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Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 841    |    Released on: Today at 14:50

d innocent at seventeen, walked in carrying a tray with a single glass of

ast," Claire said, her voice dripping with a fa

hatred rose in her throat, hot as bile. She forced it down, locking it away behind a carefully constructed mask. S

lightly intimidated expression that was

her bare feet on the expensive rug. "T

ndr saw it. Claire loved seeing her feel like an outsider,

s graceful and practiced. She took Alexandr's hand in hers. "Don't wo

t. Alexandr had to fight the violent urge to flinch, to snatch her hand a

for the benefit of the household staff. The grand dining room was just as she remember

mile that didn't reach her cold, assessing eyes. They made polite, distant small talk about her journey from the foster home, their questions feeling more like an inter

id, her voice soft and full of false nobility. "Now that Alexandr is back... mayb

gned to paint herself as selfless while positioning Alexandr a

ately, reaching across the table to pat Claire's han

ession stern. "Claire, you are a

ctation and warning. They expected resentment, a sullen sil

up, her eyes wide and shi

bling just enough to be convincing. "I... I don't k

, her script rendered useless. Arthur and Lorraine exchanged a look of surprise, w

hem. Her first

making herself look small and hesitant. "The

e softening slightly, feeling magna

r care, everyone I knew... they called me Alexandr Fields. Could I... could I ask that the

e a psychological barrier, to reject the name s

a girl not yet ready to embrace her new st

sily. "If it makes the tr

in her eyes. She couldn't pinpoint what

She had successfully established her cover as a harmless, broken thing, all while s

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Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow
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“I gave up everything to be the perfect fiancée to Jemal and the grateful sister to Claire. But as I lay dying on a cold warehouse floor, I watched them passionately kiss over my bleeding body. "Damn it, look at my suit. This was custom," Jemal complained, flicking my blood from his cuff. "Oh, don't be such a baby. She was always so gullible," Claire laughed, mocking my dying gasps. They admitted every promise and sisterly defense was a lie to steal my inheritance and save his bankrupt company. As my soul detached, the warehouse doors burst open. It was Braxton Shields, the ruthless Wall Street titan whose arranged engagement I had broken off years ago. The famously cold billionaire fell to his knees in my blood, his stoic mask shattering into raw agony. He gently cleaned my face, pulled out a hidden photo of me, and kissed my cold forehead. "I'm sorry, Alex. I was too late. I should have never let you go." Without hesitation, he drank a vial of poison and slumped dead beside me. The shock of his ultimate devotion and my own foolish blindness tore my soul apart. Why did I choose my murderers over the man who loved me enough to die for me? Opening my eyes again, I was back in my eighteen-year-old body. It was the exact day I was welcomed back into the toxic Vargas family from foster care. This time, they would all pay.”