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Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 560    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

a loud, satisfying burp. The heavy weight of the milk in her stomach immediately triggered a

d it into the stainless steel sink with a loud clatter.

yley was fast asleep, wrapped

int, sharp odor of urine lingered in

ely no way he was

robe pocket and dialed his

econd ring, her voice crisp and wide

staff," Edward ordered, hi

missing a beat. "Severance will be wir

team. Specifically, a head nanny with a pediatri

team at the penthouse in thir

lked straight up the stairs, locked himself in his ma

ustion of the infant body kept her under

ng in a brand-new, pristine crib. The wet, uncomfortable diaper ha

, gray uniform stood over her,

ood morning, little angel.

ompletely reorganized. Everything was spotle

r head. Edward utilized his wealth to

ley's stomach gave a small rumble. The terrib

to the prep station to mix a fr

ery door

bespoke suit, his tie perfectly knotted, his hair slick

cold eyes sweeping over the cle

. McClure. The young miss's vitals are

e nod. He turned on his heel,

ory bonding task initiated. Do not

throwing off the light blanket. She took a

cked through

er the threshold. He fro

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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.”