Reborn Heiress: My Family's Bitter Karma

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 694 | Released on: 08/01/2026

utside. The silence inside the cabin was sudden and profou

eat. Her body, running on adrenaline

er face, looking for bruises, for scars. He lo

of the cabin. "We were mid-flight to London for a merger

a turned

ow of the fuselage, deep in the corner seat. He wa

ooke

he cabin see

the photos didn't do justice to the reality of him. He was dark-ha

look at his face. She

s bli

ght. It wasn't just light; it was merit. It was a force field of such in

walking

as cool, analytical. He didn't loo

His voice was a low bari

for years, draining her own spiritual reserves to survive the Grimes house. B

vy shadow on you

a guess, but specific enou

iffened. "S

He set the tablet down.

rd him. "There is a smudge on the light

lder, then back at her. Most people would have

e said simply. "Bur

ed between th

. She needed to recharge. Just being in this enclos

f. She couldn't just ask to t

her hand trembled slightly on the armrest. He saw the scratch on

d pulled out a handkerchief.

t. "Your hand

ed out. Her fingers brushed ag

p her arm, flooded her chest, and settled in her core. Her vision sharpened.

back as if burned. But it w

re for a second longer, staring at his own fing

u," she w

to her hand. It smelled lik

e shadows. But he didn't pick up his tablet

We'll be at the Manor in twent

were below them now. But she could still f

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Reborn Heiress: My Family's Bitter Karma

Miss Demeanor Fantasy

“On my eighteenth birthday, the celestial pact hiding my aura finally expired. I stood on the rotting steps of the trailer, watching my foster family celebrate my eviction like they'd won the lottery. Brenda threw a liability waiver at me to sign, ensuring I'd never ask for a dime of their welfare checks again. Worse, her daughter Regina stood there smirking, flaunting the heirloom emerald bracelet she'd stolen from my secret stash-unaware it was a spiritual artifact soaked in fifty years of blood magic. "Consider it payment for room and board, freak," Regina sneered, forcing the silver band over her wrist. They thought they were discarding a burden. They didn't realize I was the only dam holding back a tidal wave of their own bad karma. As I signed the papers, voluntarily severing our ties, the air pressure plummeted. The bracelet began to constrict like a snake, turning Regina's flesh a necrotic purple as the protection I offered vanished. Before they could scream, a matte black helicopter bearing the Sterling Industries crest descended onto the muddy lawn, blowing their plastic lawn chairs into the neighbor's yard. A man in a bespoke charcoal suit stepped out, ignoring the filth to bow before me. He looked at my terrified foster family and announced, "We are here to retrieve the Sterling heiress." I smiled at Regina, whose arm was already beginning to rot, and whispered, "Keep the bracelet. You'll need it to pay for the amputation."”