Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 6

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ssa Pugh did what she always did when corne

of overwrought drama. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she coll

s er

creamed, rushi

conflicting emotions, yelled,

head, sobbing hysterically. "It's all my fault! Mom, please, wake up!" In an instant, they had transf

suggesting they move Mrs. Pugh to a more comfortable spot while they waited fo

's signature move. A lifetime of watching her father get manipulated

tured panic. Then, her voice, calm a

isn't feeling well, let

r of relief in his eyes. He just

er words a balm of reason in the chaotic room. Hays and Kasey exchanged a

dropping, the warmth vanishing, repla

d to her. Even the "unconsci

irectly at Hays,

the we

f a physical blow. The relief on

ard. "Cora, absolutely not! The wedding

. "Cordelia, do not be childish. This is a private matte

ur marital bed with my stepsister, and you're calling me childish?" Her voi

ntire point of the day's el

ontrol his daughter. The merger, the infusion of Webster capital int

ornered man vanished, replaced by the repentant lover. He walked towards Cordeli

"I know I messed up. I was an idiot. But please, give me another

es, their first date, the trip to Paris,

l to the old Cordelia.

on a cold rooftop, listening to his

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Elroy Notman Romance

“I was the sole heir to the Webster fortune, set to marry the man of my dreams and live happily ever after. But instead of a wedding, my fiancé and my step-sister gave me a brutal shove off a penthouse balcony. As I plummeted towards the New York concrete, I saw them standing side-by-side, looking down at me with cold indifference and a triumphant smirk. "Everything that belongs to the Websters is mine now, sister!" my step-sister laughed, her voice cutting through the wind. "Don't blame us. You were just in the way," my fiancé added. The truth hit me harder than the fall itself. His romantic proposal, her sweet sisterly hugs, our shared future-it was all a meticulously crafted lie to steal the company my grandfather left me. My spine shattered into a thousand pieces as I hit the rooftop below. Lying in a pool of my own blood, struggling to breathe, I was consumed by a crushing wave of nausea and regret. Why was I so incredibly naive? How could I have blindly trusted the vipers living under my own roof, letting them take everything I loved? In my final agonizing breath, I screamed silently for just one more chance to make them pay. Then, a blinding white light flashed, and I opened my eyes to the scent of clean linen. I was back in my own bed, exactly seven days before the wedding. This time, I would be the one doing the pushing.”