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Reborn Heiress Marries My Ex-Fiancé's Brother

Author: Lu Meng

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1209 | Released on: 22/01/2026

w to her throat, clawing at skin that should have been charred, expecting the searing heat of

ve lilies and the cool, conditioned

kward, her heels catching on the plush Persian rug, until her back hit the vanity table. The

er hair was styled in perfect, gl

were whole. The diamond engagement ring on her left hand cau

ndar sitting on the

looked like a tombstone. It was the night of the engagement gal

l, the public humiliation, the years of misery that f

dead. She

knuckles turning white, forcing herself to breathe. In. Out. The panic began to recede,

e dress-the emerald green silk gown she had worn that night

down the cool fabric. Last time, she had put this on with stars in her eyes, believing Hank B

head. Right now, Hank wasn't waiting for her at the bot

one. In its place was a simmering, pois

Her hand didn't shake this time. She applied it with precision, watc

e whispered, her vo

artet drifted up from the ballroom below, a stark contrast to the

tairs. She turned left, t

the carpet in her stockings. Her steps were practiced, a skill she hadn't posse

didn't panic. She simply raised a finger to her lips, her expression

he heavy oak door

unds were faint, but unmistakable. The low, guttura

t down. Last time, she had burst in, screaming, crying, maki

he tapped the screen, switching to video mode, and disa

turned it slowly, millimeter by milli

crack. A sliver of light from th

d together. Hank's shirt was unbuttoned, his face buried in

ith lust. "Once the merger is signed, the Adams fortun

es like sandpaper. "She's such a clueless cash cow,

s a type of cha

k. Just a profound, icy disgust. She lifted

ctly. Hank's face. Elena's fac

xactly ten second

ently pulled the door shut. The

footage. The image was clear. The audio was crisp. It wa

pted email account Lucas had insisted on setting up for her years ago for

nto her heels. She adjusted the diamond drop earrings that hung hea

looked like a queen, but her eyes were dead. They were

e long walk to t

m was a sea of tuxedos and designer gowns. Waiters moved like ants with silver

lton, the patriarch, looking stern and powerf

e had no idea that in three years, he wou

led her over. She gripped the banister, the cold marble grounding

nd as a victim walking to her execution. She d

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Reborn Heiress Marries My Ex-Fiancé's Brother

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“Tonight was supposed to be the night I became the happiest woman in D.C., celebrating my engagement at the legendary Bolton Manor gala. I wore emerald silk and a diamond that cost more than most mansions, convinced that Hank Bolton was my soulmate and the key to my family's future. But behind the heavy oak doors of the guest wing, the dream died. I found my fiancé tangled with another woman, laughing about how I was nothing more than a "clueless cash cow" whose inheritance would fund his run for the Senate. In my first life, I reacted with tears and screams, which only allowed his family to paint me as an unstable lunatic. They stripped me of my dignity, bankrupted the Adams estate, and watched coldly as my brother, Lucas, died in a ditch trying to save me. I ended up gasping for air in a burning building, realizing too late that my perfect engagement was actually my execution. I died in the soot and the shadows, feeling the searing heat of a betrayal that burned worse than the fire. I lost everything because I was too blind to see the monsters hiding behind expensive smiles. But then, I suddenly gasped for air and realized the smoke was gone. I was standing in front of a vanity, the calendar mocking me: October 14th. The night of the gala. I had been given a second chance, and this time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I recorded the betrayal on my phone and walked into the library with a heart made of ice. I didn't just blow up the engagement; I demanded a new groom-Hank's "invalid" older brother, Dereck, a man the world had written off as a dying recluse. "I'll take him," I told the stunned family. I wanted a husband who couldn't cheat, a puppet who would leave me a wealthy widow within a year. I thought I was choosing a safe, broken man to shield me from my enemies. I didn't know that under his blanket, Dereck was hiding a holster, or that the "dying" man was actually a predator who had been waiting for someone exactly like me to walk into his trap.”