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Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 797 | Released on: 03/02/2026

nce of The Plaza Hotel. The tinted windows turned

said. He didn't look at Aria. He was watching

a said. "Le

ht ear. "I need the security feed fo

then. "You want me

u think I'm asleep," Aria said. "Don'

e pulled a laptop from under his seat. His fingers flew across

ver room to bypass the hardline en

id. "I'll han

. He moved like a ghost. He slipped through the servi

t her timeline was physical, not just strategic. She pushed the

iels board were standing near th

flashing a smile that

d relieved. "We were told the ceremon

start, I have a merger demonstration. A surprise. I

tivator. They followed

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pinged. The

1001. Her hand hovered over the brass handle. Her heart wa

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kled. "You're live. Main ballroom

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cliché, but clichés are

f-naked, a tangle of limbs and expensive sheets. A bottle of c

ercing shriek. She scrambled for

his own pants. He crashed into a side tab

hem. Then he saw the board mem

shed. The reporter had s

She didn't cry.

strategy?" Aria as

guests were watching this on a forty-foot LED

olding a pillow over his crotch

violation of the morality clause in the pr

ped the

ising its right to terminate the merger due

She looked pathetic, shivering un

for three years,

d members. They looked

father's legacy?" Aria asked. "A man who c

his head. He turned

ice said in Aria's ear. "Extr

shed. The room spu

lked out. She kept her chin hi

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Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day

Lucy Cartwright Modern

“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.”