Reborn To Save My Possessive Billionaire

eel container, the rough metal biting into her back. The white dress she wore was rapidly turning crimson, the blood soaking the fabric

n's a

d raised her, the man she lov

d her back, prodded Asha's bleeding leg with her stiletto heel. "Look at you, the little par

ngly in the cavernous, abandoned warehouse. "She's a sentimental fool. While she was crying over Darien, we w

y place. Her voice was as calm and sharp as a scalpel. "I altered his medical reports, of course. A slight adjustment to

nee, gave a weary sigh. "I'm sorry, Asha. But they offered me a way out of my debts. Al

tural sound, something animal and broken, tore from her throat. Her vision tunneled, focusing

her voice thick with a jealousy that had festered for years. "Darien was obsessed with it un

ped. The despair evaporated, replaced by an ice-cold, te

red, her voice a rasp,

ecessed button on the bottom

widened. "Wh

s too

d Julian were thrown like dolls, their screams swallowed by the roar. Evelyn, in a last, desperate act, tried to pull Asha in front of her as a shield, but A

he chaos to settle. The cold calm still held her. She pushed herself up from the steel contai

unnatural angle. Kinsley's eyes went wide with terror as Asha loomed over her.

leg. He looked up, his face a mask of disbelief and horror. "You're insane..." His voi

et hers, pleading. She remembered bouncing on his knee. She remembered the sigh in his voice when he said the

had shoved Evelyn. The doctor's silhouette was barely visible through the flames,

eliberate, conscious act. Each face b

tumbled toward it, every step an agony, and scooped it

ed floor beneat

ard, through a gaping hole in the warehouse wall. She was still clutching

he was

of the Puget Sound waited. She lo

the words lost in the wi

s, a crushing weight pulling her down into the abyss. The distant wail of

sharp and violent, tor

, exploded in her ear. "Asha Th

es fle

urn of a bullet wound. The world was a blur. She was in

ision slowly cleared, focusing on the face above her: a face she had just

an whose ashes she had he

d slender, unmarred by blood or grime. She was

, a scattering of syringes and a small baggie of white

er upright. Darien's eyes, the color of a stormy sea, were filled w

overdose? Or just ru

against the present moment with the force of a tidal wave. The p

eam. It wasn't

past. Before the betrayals, bef

yn poisoned him dose by dose. She had known nothing, fought him, pushed him away, let them win. Bu