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Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day

Author: Lucy Cartwright

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1072 | Released on: 03/02/2026

y thing louder than the silence in the ro

er. Just one. Just the inde

ng ha

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

he sound was smooth, expensive, like everything else in this pl

n wal

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

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

ood ove

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

e," he sa

s talking to the air, or maybe t

ore routing about ten minutes ago. We

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

light, airy sound that

r Aria. Her perfume-Aria's perfume-clogged Aria'

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,"

er and silenc

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

am. She tried to c

ut was a wet, r

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

me danced in his eyes. He touch

Aria," he

ng paper onto the sh

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

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ss swallowe

gas

t, violently, like a p

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

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ooked

rm gray. The floor-to-ceiling windows didn't show the Alps. They showed the j

bedr

fingers were shaking so hard she dropped it twice o

back at her, inno

ger Gala. The da

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

The man she had ignored for three years while s

ed in th

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

he water dripping from her c

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

p, gravelly. It s

his name, but her throat clicked shut.

Chapter End

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“I lay paralyzed in a luxury Swiss clinic, my body a heavy sack of meat I no longer controlled. The heart monitor's rhythmic beep was the only thing louder than the silence, a mocking countdown to my inevitable end. My fiancé, Jordan, walked in looking impeccable in the custom suit I had bought him for his birthday. He wasn't alone; my best friend, Chloe, followed him into the room, wearing the vintage Givenchy dress I had saved for our anniversary gala. Jordan didn't look like a grieving man; he looked bored as he held up a blue folder confirming that my family's offshore trust had finally cleared. Chloe giggled, leaning over me to ask if I finally realized it was the engagement wine she had spiked seven days ago. Jordan brushed a cold hand over my forehead, calling me a "perfect little asset" before pulling Chloe into a hungry kiss right over my dying body. To ensure there was no turning back, he pulled out a silver lighter and set my living will on fire, watching the only document that could have saved me turn to ash. I tried to scream, to curse them both to hell for stealing my life and my legacy, but all that came out was a wet, rattling wheeze. My own father, I would later learn, had known about the takeover and chose the profit over his own daughter's life. As the darkness swallowed me whole, I made a silent, desperate promise: if there was anything after this, I would come back and destroy every single one of them. I gasped, my body jerking upright as air rushed into my lungs like liquid fire. I wasn't in Switzerland, and there was no poison in my veins. I was back in my Manhattan bedroom, staring at a phone that read June 12-the morning of the wedding, the day I was supposed to die, and the day I decided to burn their world to the ground.”