Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Chapter 5

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el and walked out of the bathroom, he

helped" her pick out. Her eyes landed on a single dress tucked away

hen she slid the cool, soft velvet over her skin. It clung to her body, the s

se, elegant knot, she heard a click from the s

d maid, walked into the suite carrying a silver tray. On

oie. A flash of surprise and jealousy crossed her g

ome onto the saucer. "Drink this and get downstairs," she order

down, crossing her legs. Her gaze was calm and steady as she w

unnerve Brenda. "What are you

Then, with a flick of her wrist, she flung the hot

ck. "You're insane!" she screeched,

ointing finger and bent it back until t

sper. "Funny how the annual purchasing accounts are short by hundreds of thousands, an

he curses died in her throat. She looke

er own fingers. "Three years," she continued, her voice flat. "Two hundred and seven

onto the carpet, trembling. "How... ho

e rest of your life in a federal prison," she said, her v

gging for forgiveness, prom

to leave a digital trail. You had better learn to show me some respect, or I ca

e. The realization that this girl held the power

ther emotions. Brenda pressed her foreh

"Clean up this mess. Then w

g the spilled tea with her own apro

red lipstick and applied it with a steady hand. The slas

eak, insecure girl from her past life was

tch, walked to the do

lway, looking like a frightened mouse. When sh

toward the private elevator, her heels

ling a carpeted interior that le

on for the first floor. The doors slid

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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.”