Reborn Heiress The CEOs Fierce Little Wife

Today was supposed to be the big day-Ethan, heir of the Carter Group, was getting engaged to Faye Hawthorne, the heiress of Hawthorne Jewelry. A match made in Leston's elite circles. Two top jewelry houses joining forces.

Inside the Hawthorne estate-

"Mara, follow my lead later. Whether we make it or not depends on tonight," Ethan murmured, his low, husky voice carrying a dangerous charm.

"Mhm. I know... I've had to put up with her for years; as long as she's dead, I'm finally free from her shadow, and nothing will get in the way of us anymore... Ethan, I love you so much," Mara whispered sweetly, though her voice dripped with poison.

"Good girl. I love you, too."

...

Outside the door, Faye stood frozen, trembling all over. She bit her lip hard.

Through the gap in the slightly open door, she could see them tangled together-clothes a mess, utterly shameless.

Inside, the two entangled figures were none other than her fiancé and her step-sister-someone she'd loved and protected like family.

From their childhood, she'd given Mara the best of everything, never hesitating to share anything good with her.

And Ethan... he was the one man she had ever truly loved.

But now, these two people she loved the most were not only cheating on her-they were planning to murder her.

Faye felt dizzy, her vision spinning. She staggered back a few steps.

The sharp click of her heels echoed too loud and caught their attention. Ethan sprang to the door, yanked it open-

There she was, pale as a ghost, barely able to stand as she clung to the wall.

He froze for a second before a cold, almost excited grin crept onto his handsome face. "So, you heard everything."

Faye's face drained of color. Staring at Ethan with his untucked shirt and undone buttons, her stomach twisted in disgust. That image of him with Mara burned in her head, making her almost forget they just talked about killing her.

"And yet you... How could you- I... I'm going to tell Grandpa. I want justice!"

Panicked, she turned to run.

But Ethan was faster. He grabbed her arm in a flash.

Faye flinched like she'd been shocked and yanked herself away, her whole body tense, hands up in a protective stance.

"Faye, that self-defense crap? I taught you everything you know. You honestly think you can fight me?" Ethan sneered, his tone mocking as he stepped toward her, each step exuding killing intent.

Faye's grandpa, Gerald Hawthorne, and her parents were already hosting guests at the hotel.

All the other house staff were off, and even the butler and the remaining helpers had been sent away under some excuse.

Tonight, Faye Hawthorne had to die.

She kept backing up, cold sweat pouring down her face as she stared into Ethan's eyes-eyes full of murder.

He seemed to sense she was trying to escape, and with zero hesitation, moved at her, fast and ruthless.