Biting The Billionaire: My Sweet Revenge

Chapter 7

Word Count: 725 | Released on: 10/11/2026

e coffee table and sat down, her eyes f

aid, her tone light. "It looks like this morni

ruit bowl, her brow creasing at th

e with a sharp clink. Looking up, her amber eyes quickly mis

ghtly. "I know I'm clumsy and don't understand high-so

ashes without falling as she b

ife down and moved to sit beside Alyce

nobody is b

eaned forw

t worried about how we'll explain this to t

didn't you stop me this morning?" Alyce bl

, redness creep

could I possibly know what y

y saw you chatting with the maids in the second-f

eyes narrowing. She knew better than anyone ho

o her feet, her v

dn't want to marry that cripple yours

n shrinking back in alarm. "Charisse, Mr. Reid is the hea

arkened completely

f that reaches the Reid estate, the enti

zing her slip, she clapped both hands over he

I didn't mean it..." Tears welled in her e

m back, looking at her

ct on your behavior. Don't

, shot a venomous glare at Alyce, and s

breath and sat back dow

your sister has b

cheek against her

oesn't like me yet. I'll try

. After finishing the plate of crepes, Alyce ex

ajar oak door came the muffled sound of Charisse s

r, and walked over to the window overlooking th

re Edward returned from Wall Street, she wou

took out a heavy pair of steel gardening shears, r

red Ferrari roared through the gates a

lding an enormous bouquet of imported Bulgarian re

to soothe her after the engagement fight, l

es of the gardening shears, turned, and w

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“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.”