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Biting The Billionaire: My Sweet Revenge

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 762    |    Released on: 10/11/2026

as Alyce's eyelashes fluttered, her mind swim

ull throb radiated from her bandaged w

vision focused on the armchair beside the bed. Sittin

's eyes were rimmed with red as she twisted a

em, she had kept her mother at a cold distance. It wasn't until Katherine and Edward died in that highway crash that Alyce

rm tears rolled out of the corners of

ushed to the edge of the bed, reaching out her hands befor

'll go call the doctor..." Katherine'

right elbow, she threw herself forward and wrap

six months since Alyce had been brought back to the

ashmere at her mother's neck, inhaling the famili

re. She wrapped her arms around her daughter's

ght here," Katherine cried softly,

e's breathing steadied and she

r handkerchief. When her eyes fell on the thick white

o protect you. We never should have forced yo

closed her fingers over

I don't

h, looking straight i

arclay Reid. In fact, I

e's eyes

? Just this morning you c

her lips into

ter what happened today, I figured it

's vault, keeping the ceremony a secret for now

's calm gaze, then reached out

t it through, Mom will su

cks sounded agains

ed and Charisse stepped inside, carrying a bo

awake?" Chariss

neath the covers, the warm

into an expression of gentle concern-the exact mask she

s hand on the bed, a muscle twitched near her

ke, Alyce. I had the kitchen simme

k the tray, smiling warmly

ou, Charisse. She just woke

chair Katherine had just vacated and

olish today? Doing something l

rter and pulled the quilt up to her chin

ch, Charisse, why don't you dr

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Biting The Billionaire: My Sweet Revenge
Biting The Billionaire: My Sweet Revenge
“I finally returned to the wealthy Brennan family as the real heiress, only to be thrown out after my adopted sister took over my life. In the freezing rain at the hospital, I was told my sickly daughter was dead. My husband, Jacoby, and my adopted sister, Charisse, stood over my sobbing body, laughing in their couture clothes. "Your parents' car crash? We arranged that too." They admitted they pulled my daughter's plug and orchestrated the deaths of my biological parents. When I lunged at them, Jacoby kicked me, and his guards threw me into the street. I was hit by a speeding truck, my bones shattering on the wet asphalt. But as a ghost, I saw the ruthless Wall Street billionaire Barclay Reid-the cold-blooded tyrant I had slashed my wrists to avoid marrying-arrive in the storm. He claimed my broken body and my daughter's remains, his eyes filled with a terrifying, silent agony. Why did the family I tried so hard to please destroy everything I loved? And why did the man I fought so desperately to escape care for me in the end? Opening my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom three years ago, my wrist freshly slit to protest my engagement to Barclay. This time, I tied up my bleeding wrist, ran straight out to intercept his armored convoy, and demanded we get married today.”