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Reborn as the Villain's Wife

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 724    |    Released on: 06/02/2026

he Plaza Hotel smelled

guests below. The elite of Manhattan stood

of whiskey he hadn't touched. His tuxedo was sharp

son. The old man leaned on a cane, his face a map of disapproval. "The g

Damian said. His

gutter somewhere with that

s watch and wiped sweat from his forehead.

e nearby guests to hear. "I tried to call her. She just... h

the crowd. Poor Arthur. Saddled

s tightened. If she didn'

doors at the en

om wen

n stood in

Donavan, but no one

movement. Her black hair cascaded over one shoulder. Her head w

e a disaster. She l

om. The crowd parted fo

It clattered loudly a

a second, he thought he

didn't look at the guests. She didn't loo

e photo Sterling sent, but the reality was visceral

smiled-a small, private smile tha

said, her voice smooth like

out and to

is sleeve. He covered it with his o

rough. He looked up, challenging the r

hock. She marched over, h

me. And you're wearing... velvet?

her. She looked

id. "Trying to communicate your innocence?

ickered. Jill's

aid. "We all were. We though

ly. "Good taste? Clearly, it's not contagi

laugh. He looked at Elise with

ed forward. She was a large woma

your cousin! She has been organizing this d

ian stepped forward. He placed

"She was with me. Do you have a pr

shut. She shrank back

course not,

d down at El

ng," sh

he felt Conrad Vincent's eyes on her. The old ma

gaze and nod

le. But he didn't

ame w

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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.”