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Reborn as the Villain's Wife

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 1120    |    Released on: 06/02/2026

iron grip as he dragged her into the elevator. The doors slid s

er comes into my building, demanding to take what is mine. He's lucky I don't break his le

f a black Maybach was already purring. He didn't release her until he had shoved her into the backseat and

across the tarmac, sti

seat was cold against her legs. Through the tinted window,

runway, its engines whining, cutti

oor was r

aked to the bone. His hair was plastered to his forehead

jet engines. He reached a hand inside. "C

lack umbrella snapped open

ok at Donavan. He looked at the space whe

his voice low and deadly

ds materialized from the shadow

. He lunged forward, but a guard blocked him. "You're k

. He was a statue of darkness. His hands were thrust deep into his poc

or her to run. T

ss lines around his eyes were deep. He loved her so m

The air tasted of

he seat and stepp

phalt. The cold water soaked

. "Run! The plane is ready. It'll take you

di

The air around him dropped ten degrees. He turned his

lence coiling in his muscles. She saw the

ed to he

going,

atching the rain. "What? Did he drug

lear, cutting through the storm. "I'm staying. I

ripped from his jawline. He looked at her

van stammered. "You said Dami

ed into the shelter of his umbrella. Sh

her years. "I thought Eddie was freedom, but he was just another cage. Damian... he's controlling, yes,

eeting his shocked gaze. "

, visible even in the dim runway lights. His arm flex

face to Damian's possessive stance. He saw the way Damia

s slumped. The fig

mistake, Ellie,

and hugged her brother quickly. She whispered in his ear, "I'm

ulled

"If you hurt her... if I

aid. It wasn't

to his car. He looked back on

spooled down.

o the tarmac, heav

ned to fa

e was looking at her. His gaze was intens

The umbrella tilted, cast

aid. His voice was cold, but there was a tremo

d down his arm until her fingers inte

" she said softl

hands. His throat bobbed as he

the car do

udded shut, sealing them in. The air in t

felt Damian's gaze on her profile. It fel

zz

cut through

n. Her purse, sitting on

shed bright in

D: Eddie

ure in the c

urled into a snarl. He reached

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Reborn as the Villain's Wife
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“I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent. This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance. My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral. The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world. Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming. But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy. "I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral." The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match.”