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The Reborn Heiress's Vow Of Vengeance

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1260    |    Released on: 02/06/2026

s lights blurred into an abstract band of colored light. For now, she is safe. In the quiet, leather-scented space inside the carriage, she carefully considered her words, word by word. She will

nd simple, and it can al

ion procedures, and Sloan was helped onto a wheelchair and taken to the VIP suite on the top floor. The room felt les

erbilt stands by the window, his tall figure intimidated by the dazzling skyline. The silence between th

he thermometer tucked under her tongue-these routine checks in her carefully crafted deception

He glanced at his watch-the Patek Philippe p

f his suit pocket and placed it on the nightstand. The card was thick, black, and printed in

an accident. She needed to leave a different impression-she wanted to make sure the accident had n

didn't look at the road-I walked straight onto the road. She slightly propped herself up against the pillow and met his gaze. This accident, your car ......

ical look flashed in his gray-white eyes, then rep

d. "The car will handle it. You won

is presence. The air in the room seemed much lighter.

e bedside table, clumsily dialing the number s

loane?" Where are you? Brian kept call

ered her voice, infusing a trace of genuine fear. "I'm in the hospita

pushed open. Liam strode in, his face full of heavy worry

herine, rushed to the be

e fli

her mother reached out to hold her, she shrank ba

red, her words bitter as ashes in

face turned pale as he reached out to steady his wife's shoulder. Liam suddenly stopped in his tracks

hem. But it is necessary. Brian is a cancer, an

ce was tense. "It's Mom and D

e allowing a trace of emotion to flash by. She was an actress, and this was the m

name, she showed a heartfelt, undisguised disg

r voice grew sharp. "I would never ge

-faced man with tired eyes-walke

most likely caused by a fall. Plus that major psychological stress source this morning...... D

ed of doubt vanished, replaced by overwhelming sympathy and inten

inst that touch, closed her eyes, and immersed herself in the maternal

r and whispered. She needed the security of Hayes

hone-double down on security and deny entry to anyone not on

k card Julian Vanderbilt had left behind

bilt, CEO, Va

ity firms-is a giant that can quietly swallow up her family business. Why

a calm confused expression, not letting her family see the shock

e and worry. A strong determination welled up in his heart. She had failed on

or outside the suite-the volume was raised, a man's angry

s blood

gnized t

oming-it's pounding

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The Reborn Heiress's Vow Of Vengeance
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“The clerk handed me the pen to sign my marriage certificate. But as the gold nib hovered over the paper, a brutal reality tore through my mind. I remembered how my life ended. My perfect fiancé, Blaine, and my best friend, Jazmin, had murdered me. In a cold hospital room, Blaine's hands-the same ones now resting on my back-had twisted my ventilator tube, suffocating me. Jazmin had stood beside him, smiling like a razor cut, mocking how much I loved him. They were just waiting for me to die so they could swallow my family's three hundred million dollar fortune and steal the tech company I built from scratch. I had adored him for three years, only to die with my lungs burning and my vision fading to black, betrayed by the two people I trusted most. Why was I so blind to their greed? Opening my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital bed. I was back at City Hall, and Blaine was looking at me with that perfectly loving, fake smile. I dropped the pen and knocked my chair over. "Don't touch me!" I screamed, fleeing into the Manhattan traffic. When a billionaire's luxury car hit me on the street, I didn't panic. I saw my perfect alibi. Lying in the VIP hospital ward, surrounded by my powerful family, I looked at Blaine's desperate face and put on the performance of a lifetime. "I don't know you," I whispered, shrinking away in fake terror. In my last life, I was their prey. This time, playing the amnesiac victim, I am going to destroy them.”