Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day

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spine, but the connection was dead. Her body was a heavy, useless sack of mea

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rom Milan, the one Aria had bought him for his thirty-second birthday. He adju

follow

wearing Aria's dress. The vintage Givenchy Aria had saved for the anniversary gala.

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fiancé watching his soon-to-be wife succumb to a myster

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ore routing about ten minutes ago. We

. A searing, chemical burning that started in the center of her heart and

light, airy sound that

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hair from Aria's forehead. His touch was cold. "She drank it. She sig

ngagement toast

peed up. The beep-beep-beep acc

e is annoying,"

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pulled her into him. He kissed her. Right there. Right over Aria's dying body. I

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his pocket. He picked up the document on the bedside table-Ar

me danced in his eyes. He touch

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's vision, an encroaching vignette of black ink. The cold was absolute. It

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oxygen. Her hands flew to her throat, clawing at the skin, searc

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fingers were shaking so hard she dropped it twice o

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back at her, inno

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he drank

k, but they worked. She ran to the bathroo

ide and bloodshot, but she was alive. There

it on her face. The shock of the temperatu

bedroom door ma

on of the door in the mirr

ndle t

olt wa

e a white t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest and gray sweat

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ed in th

rst time in forever. He wasn't just standing there; he

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squared, his weight shifted to the balls of his feet. The

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p, gravelly. It s

his name, but her throat clicked shut.