Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Chapter 4

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st the spot where the bullet had torn through her. Sh

g her over. But there was no searing

n. No blood. No wound. Just the scratchy, c

ptian cotton, impossibly soft. A world away fr

e opulent decor, the sweeping views of Manhattan

led toward the nightstand. She sna

ed in crisp white numbers. The e

th tears. A wild, disbelieving joy surged th

ed at the suite's

Bailey's voice, syrupy sweet a

hard of ice. The urge to storm over to the door and wrap her

p, steadying b

said, her voice

e gown. She walked toward Chloie, her hand outstretched, a perfect smile on h

hing for hers. She remembered that same hand

ement was so sharp and violent t

The Chloie she knew was a timid, eager-to-please puppy. "What's

She stared at her, not as a sister, but as s

f cold, hard pressure, that Bailey felt a genuine shiv

oice wasn't loud, but it carr

tten into you?" she started, launching into

rystal ashtray from the table, and threw it down at Bailey'

ealized something was seriously wrong. She t

ted it. Then she turned and walke

under layers of garish makeup. Smoky black eyeshadow, thick foundation, ugly dark lipstick. A mask she had worn f

handfuls of cold water, and began

rom the mirror was a face she had almost forgotten. Clean, sharp lines, high cheekbo

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Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Jing Buhui Modern

“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.”