Reborn as the Villain's Wife

breath so sharp it felt

anticipation of the impact. The screech of tires, the crunch of

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st something cold and unforgivin

as

ded right next to her ear. Shards r

against her ribs, a frantic, bruising rhythm. She wasn't dead. She was breat

ate me th

ating with a rage so palpable i

slowly. Her vision bl

he knuckles were white, the veins prominent and throbbing. A

look

cent loome

turbulent storm, rimmed with red. His chest heaved, straining the buttons of

me!" h

e looked around the room. The overturned luggage. The shredded plane tickets scattered on the Pe

e ye

ne back th

ed her back from the airport, kicking and screaming. In her past life, she

had died. Miserabl

his fingers digging into her jaw with br

to a whisper, more terrifying than his shou

ld instinct-screamed at her to fight. To claw

e memory of Damian, years later, standing by

didn't

. Her fingers tremb

wed, fixating on her smudged, dark lipstick, a flicker of disgust warring with the rage i

ainst his cheek. His skin was burning hot.

she wh

e between them. A ghost from a

fury. The pupils of his eyes dilated, swallowing the

ou call me?

was too tight. Tears welled in her eyes-not fr

It was her mother's. The only thing she had left of her. In her past life, she had screame

sp clic

ain free. It pooled in h

was clenched so tight his fingernails were digging i

the center of his hand and

voice was hoarse, wrecked from crying, b

hain spilling out between his fingers. He looked back at

lashes and a ter

his lips. The rage in his eyes fractured, replaced

He stepped back, stumbling slig

ow, locked down tight. "Go to sleep. If you try to leave thi

y. He moved fast, puttin

droom door so har

. She buried her face in her knees and exhaled.

al

naline fade, letting the reality settle in.

to the va

down her cheeks. Dark purple lipstick. Fishnet stockings torn at the knee

uth violently. The purple smeared, th

he whispered

into this joke. The people who had draine

st. It burned hot and cle

k. K

amian's personal assistant,

ht. "Your brother is here. Donavan. He's...

blood

a car accident six months from now because he was

Damian?"

"Miss Nelson, please stay here. Mr. Vincent

d off her heavy combat boots.

ld destroy the Nelson family business in retaliation. Donavan would die. She burst through the living room just as Damian was about to step into the private elevator wit

et that happen