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Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1094    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

e to react as the pink Lamborghini pull

tossed the keys at the stunne

s, ignoring the indignant looks from the hostess stand. Her black d

the murmur of polite conversatio

Hunter's usual table. It was i

as e

ed over to the Maitre D', a tall man w

ded, her breath coming in

ssion faltered slightly when he recognized her. "Miss Ser

edge of the podium. "But th

id coolly. "He waited for thirty minutes. When he rec

ess

rr

t have texted him from a burner phone, or maybe even

y where he

he affairs of our gu

her mind racing. Thi

laughing over margaritas, that Hunter had gone to The Obs

wa

e had said, "I saw his car head

ring one of the few times they spoke civilly-that he hated

e would go to ground. He would go to the

ivate villa in the h

in her clutch.

e you?? The shots

the screen. She t

ans. Not feeling well

early collided with a wom

yce

oze. It w

hs, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed. She looked like a million dol

rowing as she looked Kaycee up and down. "And why are

e had taken a moment, practicing the vapid, pouty expression she used to wear. It was

e to tell Hunter off in person, but he wa

. He probably realized he's out of his league. Come

to link her ar

it nearly made her shudder. She pulled her

is splitting. I'm just go

king for cracks in the facade. "You'r

said, stepping around he

ich way Hunter went? I wanted to... you kno

. "The Maitre D' s

he highway. Tow

? Weird. I could have sworn I s

Corrine knew exactly

ng," Kaycee shrugg

et, her heart pounding. Sh

ack into the

uttered to herself.

of neon. As she left the city limits and hit the winding r

once, shortly after their engagement was announced. She h

as a subtle thing, a tightening of the co

ory cut her

utes later. The house sat on a cliff, overlooking the Hud

A keypad glowed red

the window. She sta

't know

ry surfaced. A drunk Hunter, mumbling s

children. And, in another life, the day he d

mental for the cold, ruthles

't cold. He was

ed in the

5 -

. The heavy iron gates

didn't know she was holding.

thday. He used

nching under the tires. The house loomed ahead, d

st

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Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell
Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell
“The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers. My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them. As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most. They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness. I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me. Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped-it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey.”