Sold To The Shadow King: Reborn Revenge

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 771 | Released on: 03/03/2026

ing across the room like blades. Gina hadn't slept. She had sp

the door broke

a crisp female

sh of her torn robe a

sharp, angular features and dark hair pulled back into a seve

past life, Vesper was the shadow that stood

er breakfast. Instead, she reached under the white tablec

assigned me to you. Officially, I'm your new personal assistant. Harvard

ntained a structured Chanel suit

fast," G

ened the silver case. Inside were small vials an

ina's neck and wrists. Within seconds, the gel darkened,

r explained clinically. "Visible enough to garner

irror. She looked li

iece. "This replaces the one he gave you last night.

to her ear canal. "I don't expect him to

kit. "Because if you become a liabil

s a cold, sharp th

er, they walked

nted the world to see his wife leaving the hotel, looking disheveled,

exploded li

! Is it true the Senator

reveal the "bruise" on her neck. She looked terrified.

ng a camera lens away with practiced

limousine. The door slammed

ther seat. Her trembling stopped

et the shot

Shaken Leaving St. Regis.' The speculation is wild. Hansford will think he con

ty, heading toward the Virginia cou

grey sky. The house was a Victorian monstrosity of d

ed in the cir

ur-faced woman who had served Elberta Berger for thirty years. She hated

ped out o

smile. She stood with her hands

with disdain. "And Old Mrs. Berger is waiting for you in the

d up the steps until she was standing o

r voice was quiet, but it carr

ed, startled.

sunglasses, revealing eyes that held zero fear. "And

houldered past the stunned woman and

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Sold To The Shadow King: Reborn Revenge

CHRISTINE ROBINSON Modern

“My husband, Hansford Burris, told me tonight was the most important night of his campaign. He handed me a glass of champagne, his face a perfect mask of concern, telling me to drink up so I could relax before meeting the "Shadow King" of D.C. who could secure his political future. I didn't know the golden liquid was laced with a high-dose sedative and hallucinogens. He hadn't brought me to this luxury hotel to celebrate; he had brought me here to be sold, trading my body to a stranger in exchange for a seat of power. In my past life, I trusted him. I drank the poison, woke up shattered, and spent the next five years being tormented by his abusive mother and publicly replaced by his mistress. I was eventually cornered and murdered by the very man I had supported with my family's fortune, my death staged as a tragic accident to gain him sympathy votes. To him, I wasn't a wife or a partner. I was just an "asset" with a shelf life, a merchant's good to be traded away. As the life left my body, I couldn't understand how the man who promised to love me forever could watch me choke without a hint of regret. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the St. Regis Hotel on October 14th, exactly five years ago. Hansford was standing there in his polished Armani suit, extending the same glass of drugged champagne toward me. "Gina, darling? Are you alright? Here. Drink this. It will help you relax." Looking at his handsome, lying face, I felt a cold clarity wash over me. I wasn't the naive rabbit he remembered. I took the glass, but I didn't swallow a single drop. This time, I was going to burn his world to the ground.”