Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Chapter 6

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oft chime, revealing a private landin

deep breath an

ampagne flutes, and the elite of New York societ

the grand, sweeping staircas

rawn to the stunning young woman in the simple black

he crowd. "Who is that?" "

holding court, turned to see what had captured everyone

pstairs had been replaced by this vision of breat

lass paused halfway to his lips, his eyes wid

ousy, their greed. A small, cold smile touched her

rst. He plastered on a benevolent smile and mov

ement was smooth and deliberate. She continued toward the center of th

k in place, trying to link arms with Chl

ley to stumble. "Stay away from me," she said, h

she quickly composed her features into

of the ballroom flickered. The classical pain

ry head in the room tu

ikingly like Chloie, with the same heavy makeup she used to wear. She was in

raight from a bottle. Then another, with a suspici

hock turned into murmurs of disgu

d over her heart and let out a theatrical cry. "Chlo

f! Turn that thing off now!" he roared, but the techn

he perfect picture of a heartbroken sister. But behind

the eyes of everyone in the room on hi

ll the judgment in the room focused

he di

her chest, watching the slideshow with an air o

but in the tense silence, it sounded impossi

, snatched the microphone from the master of ceremonies,

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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.”