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Rebirth: Reclaiming My Stolen Heiress Life

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 777    |    Released on: Today at 14:35

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ent lights suffocatingly bright. I stood tall, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, try

friend. "No way, what would he be doing here? I thought he was facing jail time for attempting to as

long this line was. Every second we stood here was a second she could change her mind. I was burning with urgency, desperate to legally bind her to me before that bastard A

hen she saw my name but maintained her professional composure. She began the standard p

d, she hesitated. Her blue eyes glazed over, lost in some distant thought. My hear

he sentence, I cut in, my voice rough and impatient with

used to eager grooms. I saw Alma glance at me, her brow furrowed. She completely mis

o new marriage certificates, still smelling

nted next to mine. My emotions were a ch

the clerk sai

blinding sunlight. I turned to my

ct marriage. We will not interfere in each other's private lives. Second, I will cooperate with you for appearances when necessary, and I expect

mmering in my blood. A one-year contract? A peaceful divorce

hock, I took her copy and, without breaking eye contact, tore it to shre

he cried out, unable to

my heart. Without her copy, she could never initiate a legal divorce. She was trapped i

t a time, "Ground rules? Alma, you don't seem to understand the

ce. No end date. N

ed out, my fingertips grazing her cheek in a touch that was both gentle and

wife," I deliberately e

stared at her hard profile, a seed of immen

ting through the silence. "

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“I was supposed to inherit Beaumont Enterprises and marry my perfect fiancé, Anders Diaz. But as cold poison dripped into my IV, I realized my entire life was a carefully constructed lie. My stepsister Keshia and Anders stood over my deathbed, gloating that they had been secretly together for years. My own father had personally signed the medical consent form for this lethal special treatment to clear their path. They even laughed about how my mother's fatal car crash wasn't an accident at all. They were going to fake my death certificate, steal my inheritance, and dance on my grave. As my life drained away drop by drop, an overwhelming wave of hatred consumed my soul. Why did my own flesh and blood want me dead? How could I have been so blindly foolish? I swore to whatever gods were listening that if I had another life, I would make them pay in blood. Opening my eyes again, I gasped for air. I wasn't in hell. I was back on the morning of my wedding day, waking up in a lavish hotel room. Beside me lay Hayden Harper, the notorious NHL superstar Keshia had set me up with last night to ruin my reputation. Looking at his sleeping face, a crazy plan formed in my mind. This time, I wouldn't let them use my shame to cancel the wedding and steal everything. I pushed my passport across the table. "Marry me, Mr. Harper."”