Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Author: Jing Buhui

Chapter 1

Word Count: 753 | Released on: Today at 11:51

ehouse ceiling, landing right on the raw,

at the coarse rope binding her to the iron chair. The only r

kicked in from the outside. A gust of cold wind swep

trained to see past the single swayi

orway like a sack of garbage. They heaved it into the center o

icks. Even in the dim light, she recognized the fabric of the cu

ose empire she had spent seven years meticulously teari

ound, muscles straining as he trie

heart. This wasn't part of the pl

stepped out of the rainy night, a black umbrella held perfectly over her head. She glide

ie screamed, her voice raw. "

ity, as if she were looking at a particula

ut and gripped Chloie's chin. She forced her head to the

e a soft poison in Chloie's ear. "He knew you we

The air left her lungs. Her mind went com

mmercial secrets and isolated the main systems. He let you play your little game, thinking you were

shook her head, a frantic, desperate de

ally so cold and unreadable, fixed on her. They held something

e. His voice came out a shredded rasp,

be af

am tore from her throat, a sound of pure animal agony. She thras

ies. The man lifted a heavy iron pipe and broug

space. Adrien's body convulsed, but he clamped his jaw

as the pipe rose and fell, again and again.

n as the light in his eyes began to f

d to the concrete, landing in the growi

ams died in her throat. Nothing was

out of her path and walked back to C

. She slapped it against Chloie's pale cheek, the paper

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Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

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“Chloie spent seven years systematically destroying Adrien Riddle, the untouchable titan of Washington D.C., believing he drove her father to suicide. But when the hostile takeover was complete, she wasn't celebrating. She was tied to a rusted iron chair in an abandoned warehouse. Her fiancé, Clay, and her adoptive sister, Bailey, stood before her, laughing as they revealed the truth. Adrien never touched her family. They had forged the evidence to use her as a Trojan horse, just to steal her thirty percent controlling stake. To break her completely, they dragged Adrien in. He had known about their trap all along, yet he manually disabled his own firewalls, letting Chloie burn his life's work to ashes out of pure devotion. Right in front of her eyes, Clay's mercenaries shattered Adrien's spine with an iron pipe. He didn't make a single sound, just stared at her with suffocating tenderness until his gray eyes lost their light. Then, Clay pressed a Glock to her chest. "You were only useful for putting down a rabid dog like Adrien." He pulled the trigger. As the bullet pierced her heart, Chloie stared at Adrien's lifeless body in the expanding pool of blood. She had spent a decade poisoning the only god who ever watched over her, while treating her true murderers as her salvation. The crushing weight of her guilt hardened into pure, agonizing hatred. If there was a next life, she swore to cross hell to protect him. Opening her eyes again, the scent of blood was gone. She was sitting in a plush penthouse suite at the Waldorf Astoria. Chloie had been reborn to the exact day of her eighteenth birthday gala, seven years ago.”