Reborn Heiress: Vengeance And True Love Found

him 99 times. I was a struggling art student, paying

try to kill me in an old boathouse. He called it an "acci

and announce his engagement to the woman who had just tried to murder me. Th

as I lay there, broken and bleeding, I realized so

e heiress to a global corporation. And I was

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y ounce of my being into our life, a struggling art student financing our shared dreams, believing in a future w

he' d keyed my car, splashed paint on my canvases, and once, she'd even sabotaged my stove, causing a small fire. Cade always had an excuse, a weary sigh about her "chi

and I felt a sharp tearing, my sleeve ripping, leaving a raw, red scratch on my skin. Cade found me hiding in the restroom, tears blurring my vision. He tutted, "Alessandra can be so dramatic, can't she? Just a little sc

in my ears. The pain shot through me, hot and blinding. Cade arrived, his face a mask of concern that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh, Blaire, you're always so clumsy," he sighed, helping me up. "Aless

e, pulled me back just in time. "Careful!" he chided, his voice laced with annoyance. "You really need to watch where you're going." He looked at the receding

for our art projects. The air was thick with the smell of decay and stagnant water. She held a heavy oar, her eyes gleaming with a manic glee I' d n

in his eyes. He rushed forward, pulling her away just as she swung. The oar missed my head by an inch, instead slamming into the wooden beam behind me, sending splinters f

oice raw with terror and a desperate plea for justice. I grabbed his arm, my nail

ally harm you." His throat bobbed, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle. His gaze darted away, to the dilapidated boath

for him, once a roaring fire, was now a dying ember. I saw it then, in his averted gaze, in the slight shrug of

el of pain and betrayal. I felt a sharp thud as my

y nostrils. My vision swam, but I recognized Cade's voice. It was low, firm, colder than I' d ever heard it. "She's nothi

t about your reputation?" a saccharine v

was laced with a chilling resolve. "Blaire was always just... a stepping stone. A temporary arra

olish thing, shriveled and died right then and there. It wasn't a sudden explosion, but a quie

he' d whispered, his lips tracing mine. "My everything." He' d promised me a future, told me I was the only one who truly understood him. He' d even

ruel, dismissive voice still ringing in my ears, I made a call. "Erich," I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. "