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Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 813    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

She shivered violently. Instinctively, she curled inward, her

ock. He snapped his head down, glaring

ng the tears to pool but not fall, playin

ast the master suite and kicked open

ive space. Edward held her out at arm's length, his eyes sca

raped over the back was a beige Loro Piana ca

ree hand, and yanked it down. He tossed it rou

of gentleness, h

o the soft cashmer

ot she was creating, but Edward's large hand clamp

a silk square. His face twisted in disgust as he

ruined silk into a nearby was

top left corner of

Hayley's body, pinning her left arm to her side. Before she could process wha

. She tried to kick, but he folded the bo

er once, pulling

mmobilized. A tightl

she was now not only sitting in her own u

essed his own disaster. He ripped the ruined s

one violent motion. The custom dress shirt follow

abdomen were corded with lean, hard muscle, scarred slightly on the left ribcage. She

pulling a black silk robe over his shoulders. He tied the belt loosely arou

red down at the tightly wrapped bundle. Onl

but the cold, calculating rage remained. Someone w

nder the thick cashmere. He lifted

of his body anymore. All she could smell was the sharp,

toward the spiral staircase that led to the mai

. The obnoxious laugh track of a reality TV

Hayley and began to descend the stairs. His bare feet made absolute

system pinged a low warning in h

of the stairs, the living

r feet were propped up on the table, and she was digging her ha

ped on the

ing th

it cut through the noise of

from her hands, spilling across the floor. All the bloo

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Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter
Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter
“I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body. A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain. The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust. Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits? "Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis." Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.”