Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 595 | Released on: 22/01/2026

ise, mechanical. She fought the urge to walk over and help him, to

orward. "Hiram, a

turn around. "The contract stipulat

ately erected to keep the monster at bay. Now, looking back with eyes that had seen him weep, she wondered if

not drunk anymore. I want

the silver mask. He scanned her face, looking for the trap

id flatly. He grabbed his

rail of scent-sandalwood and co

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on the expensive fabric of his su

was genuine warmth in her voice, a soft

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usually wore-the ones Florene said made her look "sweet." She pulled out

ir into a severe bun, and

ear the railing. The girl looked at Delina with thinly veiled c

her and headed

white-hot. She stumbled, grabbing the railing to keep from

her mind. Not a sound, but

jumped, looking around startled

ickly as it had come. She hadn't spoken

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s. At the bottom, in the foy

e, her back to the stairs, her

gnized that posture. It

up the phone, sliding it into her apron pocket

her called," Stone lied effortlessl

g down at the woman who had reported he

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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.”