Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Chapter 8

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corner on the second floor. Her heart hammer

he hem of her velvet dress and broke into a run, pu

here!" Meredith shrieked,

ng backward into a champagne tower. Crystal glasses shattered. Cham

ing a desperate rhythm on the marble floor, a black whir

wasn't supposed to fight back. She was supposed to crawl awa

ion. The bravado had been an act. Now she was running off to cry somewhere, heartbroken and

e revolving doors and i

to the curb. She stood at the top of the hotel steps, her eyes sca

with a large black u

ross the line of limousines and to

from the curb. A black Maybach, sleek

ed at her. He

down the steps and into the stre

scalp. It seeped into the velvet of her dress, chilling

the wet asphalt, shouting his

wave of grimy water onto her dress. She barely noticed. The Mayb

pain shot through her ankle as the thin

ped the expensive custom-made shoes fro

of her feet. She felt a sting as she stepped on a shard of glass,

her last life. From a distance, silent, as s

is time, she woul

stopped at

ed the last of her strength and sprin

she reached it. She threw herself against the back passenger win

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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.”