Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 746 | Released on: 22/01/2026

ick, sweet, and cloying, hanging in the air of

wn at the closed casket. It was draped in white r

ring. They spoke of "tragedy" and "fortune" in the same br

dry eyes with a lace handkerchief, accepting co

end," Kassidy sniffl

ock over the flower arrangements. But she

om banged open. The sound echoed like a g

stro

air temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. He wore a black

casket. He walked st

rehearsed tremble, reaching out a hand as if

aught h

it. Kassidy gasped, her knee

hes from hers. The silver ma

e driver, Kassid

ooked like the corpse in the room. Her eyes darted

ow what you mean

oked at his hand as if he ha

It was a command spoken with the absolu

ts and a protesting Florene out the doors. Florene tried to sho

boomed shut. T

alone with

und was the hum of the air conditi

ly. His fingers trembled as t

loser, her heart

gainst the lid. "I'm sor

, restless sleep, when nightmares haunted him. It confirmed everything she had ever feared

nds. He unbuckled the leat

sk clattered

ars of marriage, she had n

hite tissue. They distorted his left eye slightly, pulling the skin ta

ed, ruined face. They dripped

t you into my world. I thought... if I just kept you at arm's leng

since the day you gave me that bandage in the gard

hidden devotion crushed her. He was the boy from th

med, diving toward hi

ng shoulders. But as she made contact, a bl

pernova. It enveloped the room, swall

her. She was being pulled away from h

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Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves

Yan Shui Modern

“The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark. I didn't stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan. I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room. "To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich." The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson-the cold, masked husband I'd spent three years fearing-collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood. "I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away." He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder. I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram's arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023-exactly one year before the crash. I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground.”