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Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 862    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

l of antiseptic was the

in in my throat as the p

ith a triumphant smile. "Don't worry, Chloe," she cooed, her voice sickl

My h

His hands were on my shoulders, pinning me to the hospital bed where I had just

died from complicati

unfortunat

nd my grieving husband. They became the perfect family, built on the

t was a bitter

udden, vi

s cool against my skin, not sterile and cold like the hospital. Sunlight st

sn't

lemished, not pale and lifeless. My stom

in before my father died and his new wife, M

cled in red. It was a month before my fabricated scan

s re

, hard clarity. The rage and betrayal from my past life settled deep in m

steady. I walked to the door

heir voices. The two peopl

" It was my stepmother, Mrs. Davi

he drink. Once Chloe has it, we just need to get her to the hotel room. A few photogra

their name, even if the marriage is just a front. They'll be so grateful when you, my dear

. "He's so charming. I

this alliance. He'll play his part. Just make sure Chloe looks completely he

ressing against the wood. My breath c

monsters. They just laughed and called me hysterical, dragging me back to my room and locking the door. Their

knew

o a marriage of convenience as a surrogate for Emily, then kill me and ta

d a detail they d

dragged into the room, before the photographers

disarray. He didn't touch me. He took off his suit jacket, covered me with it, and place

o's been drugged. Room 1

off me, rearranged my clothes to look more salacious, and started snapping pictures. They

as a hotel employee, a kind str

ime, I wou

uldn't be a paw

he one setti

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Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart
Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart
“The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me, a cruel reminder of my last moments. Just hours after giving birth, my stepsister, Emily, forced poison down my throat, her beautiful face twisted in a triumphant smirk. My husband, Mark, stood by, his hands pinning me to the hospital bed, his eyes cold and indifferent as life drained from mine. They told the world I died of childbirth complications; a tragic accident. Emily and Mark built their perfect family on the foundation of my unmarked grave. But then, a violent gasp jolted me awake. I shot up in bed, my chest heaving, the scent of antiseptic replaced by cool air and familiar sunlight. I wasn't dead. My body was unblemished, my stomach flat. I was back in my old bedroom, a month before they framed me, a month before I was forced to marry Mark. Rage and betrayal solidified within me-not a fleeting flame, but an unshakeable stone. "Is everything ready for tonight?" my stepmother, Mrs. Davis, whispered downstairs, her voice sharp and calculating. "The drug is in the drink," Emily replied sweetly. "Once Chloe has it, we get her to the hotel room. A few photographers, a 'concerned' call to the Wilsons... and her reputation will be ruined forever." Their plan, so wicked and perfect, was laid bare, just as I remembered. Frame me, ruin me, force me into marriage, then erase me entirely. But this time, I knew their game. And this time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would be the one setting the board.”
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