Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

Chapter 4

Word Count: 743 | Released on: 11/05/2026

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the floor. She tried to hide her grease-stained h

ked straight past the trembling woman

y down on th

re blanket. Hayley shivered, her eyes darting between E

and took out a sleek Bluetooth earpiece. He

connected

om the earpiece, loud enough for Hayley

o this! You're destroying

his voice dropping to a deadly, monotone whisper. "Your debt-to-equity ratio

ugh the speaker. "I swear to God, Edwa

smile. "Make sure you pick a quiet street.

arpiece, cuttin

legs gave out completely, and she s

system wasn't exaggeratin

d onto Brenda. There was no anger in his gaze anymore, o

aming down her face. "I swear, I only sat d

ath. He pointed a long finger at

rously soft. "Asleep enough to roll ou

her mouth opening and closing like a fish

. "You have three minutes t

reaching out as if to grab his leg

sgust. He reached over to the wall panel and

avy front doors swung open. Two mas

a word. He just no

They dragged her backward toward the elevators. Her cries for mercy echoed down

iving room fe

rd. He looked exhausted, the kind of bone-deep

ned against the counter,

iffuse his irritation. She forced her mouth into

es around his mouth twitched, just for a

r, bringing it closer to her face. He looked hesitant, like

breath. She didn

inger gently poke

dened slightly. The extreme softness seemed to catch him

ightly, rubbing her cheek against his finger like a pu

f he had been burned. He cleared

tch, a loud, rumbling growl e

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Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

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“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.”