Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 642 | Released on: 22/01/2026

oulders and physicall

kin, creating space, creating air between th

he hissed.

through his hair. He walked to the desk,

sed rage. "You don't get to storm in here, break into my house, and

pleaded, leaning over the de

e me. You've made that abundantly clear for the last three years. You think I'

said that. At a gala.

said. "I was stup

ssing pieces. He looked at her dress-the simple black silk, not the flashy

ly. "Is it your father? Is he threatenin

ut me up

unter moved back until he hit

e said. "I'm not

idened. "You ca

e engaged. It'

y sanity, Kaycee! I can't... I can't have you in this house, smelling li

ok her breath away. He loved he

oftly. She reached out and took

," sh

She hadn't called him that

d hands. He didn't pull away

guest room. And you lock the door. Because I don

he master bedroo

ly bed with the s

"Fine. Take the master.

away from hers as i

r," he muttered

fast, putting as much dista

s heavy footsteps on the stairs, th

th and leaned against the book

first encounter. He h

anister. She found the master bedroom easily. It was stark, masc

her face in the pillow. It sm

d on. She imagined him standing under the freezing water, tr

you, Hunt," she whispered in

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Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell

Gertrude Mafia

“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.”