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Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 783    |    Released on: Today at 14:50

ion for sharp, incisive reporting, leaned in closer. "An older

d sorrow. "Oh, it's far too embarrass

stepped in hastily, her fingers tightening around Alexandr's ar

spiring designer friend of mine managed to craft this piece for me on such short notice." She cleverly framed herself as

The truth is, the lining of that old dress... was made of extremely cheap synthetic fabric. I have ter

rritation on her delicate skin-a mark she had deliberately rubbed raw with a coars

not only outdated and unfashionable, but shoddily made enough to cause physical discomfort and i

een interest. This was undo

with fury for a split second before she forced it into a mask of helpless distress. "A rash? Oh my goodness, Alexandr, I had a

versible. The nearby guests exc

g smile. "Of course you didn't know, sis

knife. It cast Alexandr as magnanimous and gentle, while painting Clai

uld not let this stand. She needed a distraction, a way to sh

she would stage an accidental wine spill on Alexandr's eye-catching crimson gown. Though red wine would not leave an obvious color sta

ire subtly extended her foot, intending to trip

ad anticipated every bit of Claire's petty,

the second Claire's foot shot out, Alexandr t

urched forward violently. But Alexandr was no longe

ed headlong into

clusive silver gown from neckline to hem. A huge, dark crimson stain bloomed across her bod

swept through th

uined designer gown, then snapped her gaze up to

sk of pure shock and sincere conce

and absolute. Claire had fallen

t the stunned crowd. A heavy silence fell over the venue, every pair of eyes f

mph, cold and subtle, before seamlessly softening her

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Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow
Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow
“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.”