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Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 898 | Released on: 13/01/2026

ds that she hadn't walked in twenty-five years. The smell of bacon and maple s

into the

He looked younger, his hair still peppered with black, his shoulders broad and unbent by grief

ad," Dad mumbled w

d her arms around her mother from behind. She buried her face in the c

then laughed softly. "Whoa, carefu

ling the solid reality of her

said, her voice thick.

brows. She pressed a hand to Chelsea's

burying her face in his flannel shirt. He smelled like Old Spice and coffee. She w

had wo

en Dad offered to drive her to school, she shook her he

ce. She needed

ave her time to settle into her skin. When the bus hissed to

nt to old money and pretension. Students milled about th

en she

e reserved parking spot closest to the

tta

her blonde hair over her shoulder. S

her court-girls who wanted to be

es. The urge to walk over there and snap Brittany's neck was so strong it made her

up with that trademark smile-the on

!" she s

king on the pavement. She th

ook every ounce of her acting training to not shove Brittany aw

voice sounded flat, but

Chelsea's. "You didn't text me back last night

trance, her grip tight on her arm. It

her eyes, softened her jaw. She became the Chelsea Bri

u and your headaches. Anyway, we have a plan for lunc

sea asked, p

." She squeezed Chelsea's arm, her nails digging in slightly. "Bennet says sma

et s

st laughed.

said. "I'll

r." She checked her reflection in a window they passed. "Oh,

e bell rang, a shrill sound tha

said, gently extricating her arm fr

nd, a flicker of suspicion crossed her face. Us

. "Don't be late. We sit

sashayed into

le dropping from her face insta

ssing the large bulletin board i

e. Exactly where she had kept herself so she wouldn't outshine Brit

the glass ov

ore," she

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“I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end. The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds. She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck-my mother's necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers. My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy-it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay. But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother's voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I'm the one who holds the shears.”