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Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 795    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

choed off the ma

t the cashmere bundle, his expression twistin

rapped like a mummy made the humiliation ten times wo

e damp, cold diaper was making her skin crawl. The adult logic in her br

A small, pathetic whim

seconds, Hayley was crying loudly, her

se was drilling directly into his skull. He lea

ropping to a lethal, quiet register, "and I

eyes triggered Hayley's

he crying stopped instantly. Not a slo

her chest frozen, her

The sudden silence was t

ers. His gray-blue eyes searched her fac

slow and dangerous. "You unders

med. Identity compromise imminent! If he suspect

ehead. She had to fix this. She had

reath and let out an ear-

her legs and shaking her head from side to side. She forced the

heer volume of the noise shattered his suspicion. No rational

is eyes shut. Arguing w

en island. He stared at the row of high-tech bottle warmers, st

the instructions. He turned on the hot water tap, fil

f powder into the water. He screwed the cap on,

mace. He grabbed Hayley's chin with his large ha

d the ni

thick, gooey clumps that immediately blocked th

itting the nipple out. She let ou

d looked at the nipple. Seeing the blockage,

d on properly, the pressure f

rough the air and hit Edward dir

topped b

across the room was overwhelming. His hands twitched with dark intent. But then he looked down. The baby was blinking up at him in pure, unadulterated confusion, her tiny hands grasping at

d. He tightened the cap until the plastic creaked, shoo

was starving. She clamped her gums down and drank gree

lders slowly drained away. He let out a long, h

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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.”