Rebirth Take Revenge on the Ungrateful

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

Rollins Laman

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

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I mistakenly listened to my family's advice and entrusted my assets to my ungrateful nephew, Wesker Black.

After I got into a car accident, he claimed there was no money left and let me die due to the lack of treatment.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in 1990.

My son Bryan Reed hadn't been harmed by my family yet.

This time, I returned all the firecrackers my sister-in-law bought for Bryan to my family.

That night, my family's house exploded, and I watched my parents cry for money. I pointed directly at the door, "Didn't you say that having money doesn't make you any more useful? Well, then go for what you think is useful."

"Who cares your stupid money? If you weren't that useless, I wouldn't have sent your brother to the factory to keep an eye on your husband."

My forehead was poked hard by her.

I vaguely saw my mother's young face, showing a look of disdain and anger towards me. which almost suffocated me.

My husband Cayson Reed and I were in a car accident in the operating room, listening to Wesker, who was inheriting our billion-dollar fortune. Unexpectedly, he insisted there was no money and ceased the emergency treatment.

But now I saw my selfish mother Liz trying to scold me again.

"What year is it now?" I grabbed Liz's hand, which was about to pinch my arm.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm talking to you about your brother becoming an accountant. Why do you ask this stupid question?" I asked. She kept rambling, trying to manipulate me as she always did.

However, I couldn't hear anything because I knew I had been back to 1990.

My son hadn't been killed by firecrackers yet.

In my past life, Liz manipulated me for decades. She firmly believed that boys were more valuable than girls. Bryan died, and I couldn't have another child due to my heart condition.

I raised Wesker as my only hope and eventually gave him all my assets.

It wasn't until a few years before my death that I overheard my brother Thomas and his wife Ruby said that it was Wesker who played with firecrackers with Bryan, causing his death.

I shook off Liz's hand and ran outside.

There was a loud bang.

I heard the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the door.

"Bryan." I shouted as I rushed to the door, terrified of seeing Bryan's bloody scene again.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Bryan in a bright red jacket and black shoes, holding a match.

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