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Biting The Billionaire: My Sweet Revenge

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 814    |    Released on: 10/11/2026

assive bouquet of red roses, just as Charisse slipped out of th

harisse cleared her throat and ra

lyce? She just woke up, and he

is features into a look of de

e today. I had her favorite Bulgarian

ce held the gardening shears behind her back, watchi

ping her hands on a towel. Seeing Jacob

had a terrible fright today, it'l

he stairs, Alyce's cool vo

coming up. I

arble steps in her burgundy silk loungewear, casually

chandelier. Jacoby's step faltered, a

s? Put those down, it's dangerous,

behind her back and smil

garden and cut a few white lilies f

iant bouquet of red roses out in fron

nly these Bulgarian roses suit

step back without

close? Please addres

vy bouquet in mid-air, his left hand rose to rub

stepped i

ike that? He went through so much tr

his trouble, Charisse, why don't y

's face

u talking about! He b

t laugh and took a s

were terrified I would offend the Reid fa

closer, backing Char

man to hand me red roses in our living room. Do you want the Reid family to th

ck a step, her hands

t! I was

risp. "Since you care so much about the family's big picture

f Alyce's mou

lay on my behalf? Or better yet, ta

ropped over th

lently she nearly dropped to the carpet. Facing that cold-bl

n your place!" she stammer

bit of warmth fading from her eyes. For twenty years Charisse had claimed she would s

disappointed me today," Kathe

and reached for

s not what

arm away and turned h

e do not bring gifts that could cause misunde

back to the Brennan matriarch, he slammed the bouquet of roses on

raised the steel gardening shears in her right hand, and brought the blades

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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.”