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The Tycoon's Contract With A Vicious Beauty

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 846    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

kness. Suddenly, a violent sensation of suffocatio

ive breath of air, her chest heaving as if she

cting to feel shredded flesh and exposed bone. Her hand

the Hamptons. She was lying on a lumpy spring matt

eeling floral wallpaper covered the walls. The heavy r

herself to stand. She stumbled into the cramped, filthy ba

back at her was young, pale, and strikingly beautiful, b

hat didn't belong to her flooded her brain like an electric shoc

a twenty-two-year-old g

rugged her tonight. They sold her to a loan shark n

A heavy, balding man in a cheap suit pushed the door o

greasy eyes scanned the room and landed on Gena k

cted was gone. The eyes looking back at him were dead, cold, and fill

unged forward, reaching out with thick

lent outburst years ago. Muscle memory took over. Gena shifted her weight and sidestepped with desperate but

red with sudden anger. He swung his arm b

n her. She couldn't duck in time. The heavy ring on Mitch's finger cau

hellfire inside her. Gena reached out and grabbed th

She swung the heavy glass ashtray with every ounce of strength in

f pain. He stumbled backward, clutching his bleeding face,

, grabbed his shoulders, and drove her kn

wet cement. He curled into a tight ball, whe

hed into his jacket pocket and pulled out a wa

the chair, shoved the door open, and r

opened her arms, and let the water wash over her. The physical sensation of t

ducked into a dark, narrow alleyway overflowing with garbage cans a

. Gena. She would use this body to te

the deep end of the alley. Then, the distinct,

nto a crouch and scrambled behind th

ley. The man took two uneven steps and collapsed, splashing heavily into

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The Tycoon's Contract With A Vicious Beauty
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“My husband Hubert threw a stack of faked, compromising photos at my bleeding face. He crushed my hand under his leather shoe and threatened our five-year-old son's life, forcing me to sign away my company shares and full custody. Then, my younger sister Ara walked into the room, stepping carefully to avoid my blood, and kissed my husband deeply. "You really are a stupid stepping stone, Amelie. I paid a lot of money to have those photos photoshopped." She sneered at me, admitting she had orchestrated everything just to steal my fashion brand and my life. Before I could fight back, Ara injected a paralytic directly into my neck. They stuffed me into a duffel bag and dumped me in the freezing mud of a secluded hunting estate. Ara waved a forged suicide note in my face, claiming I had drowned myself out of shame, before giving her bodyguard a sharp nod. Three massive, starving mastiffs were released from their cages. As the dogs tore through my flesh and crushed my bones, Hubert watched my bloody massacre live on a video call. In my final seconds of agonizing pain, a blinding hatred locked into my dying brain. I didn't understand why the two people I loved most would torture me so ruthlessly, but I made a venomous vow. If I ever come back, I will make you both drown in your own blood. Opening my eyes again, I wasn't dead in the mud. I had awakened in the young body of a girl named Gena, and fate had just dropped the perfect weapon for my revenge right into my lap: Hubert's ruthless billionaire uncle.”