Reborn To Crush My Ruthless Husband

t estate. Her fingers gripped the edge of the tablet in her lap so tightly her knuckles turned white. The screen displayed the agenda for today's board meeting, but her mind

hire an investigator to look into the pristine, too-good-

er hit t

gasped, her body lurching forward against the seatbelt. Her heart ha

t was the flash. A violent, blinding

. The smell of gasoline and burning rubber. And then, the

m. Baron Burnett. Her husband. Standing a few feet away, his face illuminated by the fire,

not the teenager she knew. This was a man. He looked at the burning

blem is

ragged gasps. Sweat soaked through her silk blouse, sticking

the accident she had months ago. This was a warning.

as hesitant. "Sorry about tha

s intact. She swallowed hard, forcing the bile back down.

or today's board meeting. Item number one: Confirmation of Legal

ke a puppet on strings. She had smiled, nodded, and signed the papers that invited the

this

massive stone mansion loomed ahead, its windows like dark, judging eyes. T

er the portico. The driver h

iting. Her face was pale, her eyes tight wit

hing out as if to steady her. "Ar

wn her blouse, her fingers still trembling slightly from the re

rough, but there was a new edge to it. A steel that h

h them, Herta Jankowski stepped out from the shadows. Estela's personal att

ference. "The Dowager and the board members have bee

gnoring the woman's presence entirely. Herta's smile faltere

against the marble floor. Each step felt heavy, delibera

he heavy oak door

ok at her. The trustees. The lawyers. The sycophants. Their expres

ng in his office overseas, his tailored suit perfect, his hair neatly combed. He adjusted his cufflin

mooth and hollow. "How are you fee

ast the screen, past the lawyers, and landed

er a sweet, dependent smile, the kind that said, I need you. But all Franc

from granite, her spine rigid, her silver hair pulled back tightly. She tapp

er voice leaving no room for argument, "let's proceed. Regardi

ished mahogany table toward Frances. He uncapped an exp

on her. They expected he

he chandelier. She thought of the flames. She though

blem is

hold its breath. She picked up the pen, h

n, directly into Baron's eyes. Then sh

he pen back

was soft, but in the absolute silence

ze. Estela's eyes

e simply looked at them, her face a mask

word dropped into the silence like a stone into stil

smile vanished, replaced by a blank, stunned expression. Estel

a flicker of something other than fear.