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Reborn to Reject: The Heiress's Final Choice

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1051    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

ly cleared my rooms of anything

birthdays past, silly meme

into a large ve

irst-edition book – they were already with my father' s secre

bout rejecting thei

g their deep-seated i

plete

olve w

at the mistakes

Mercer, on the future

ragmatism, not pain

days, I saw glim

s always, do

ade a swift recovery

follow-up appointment, his hand protec

g piece about Izzy' s "bravery" and "resilience" in a soci

eportedly made a generous "donation" to a c

r attention a constant

om a distance, a

mile touch

I been s

ous, their aff

m every gesture

been the fool who believed thei

ocially acceptable partner wh

y, reviewing some preliminary reports o

, carrying a

ate manager, usually handled s

oice soft and sweet, "I thou

htly, the picture

identally" bumped the table, and a

exclaimed, her eyes wid

nd Noah, who had apparently been lingerin

asked, his voice laced with c

said, already dabbing the spill wit

Noah added, his tone gent

heir collective attenti

ied that I was perhaps being too de

w tig

so dedicated to serving, perhaps one of you should consider taking

ir cr

s welled up

if my words wer

presume... I just wanted to be helpfu

r hands, her shoulders sh

asterful p

on me, their f

so cruel?" Ethan snap

" Liam exclaimed, his arm protec

ed, his usually calm demeanor gone. "Iz

? Or man

to state the obvious? Or are you all so blinded by he

of futility

They were a united front, impen

the reports aside.

ed to

hand, her face streaked with tears. "Please

" bumping into a small pede

a Vanderbilt heirloom

d, instinctivel

' t try to st

lutching her own arm as if in agony, and

into a thou

ying out, "My arm! Oh,

pened

Noah spun aroun

or, the shattered vase,

roared, rushin

ehind him. "What

y, his face a mask of

to Izzy, Ethan inadver

wisting painfully, and hit the

pain shot

n't even

o Izzy, moaning on the floor, cra

heir faces etched with wo

her to a doctor!

amidst the wreckage of the vase, a sharp pain i

earby chair, my

in my eyes, h

ess for them, or

st foolishness, at their b

p until I t

was

te, final

their choice,

d truly m

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