Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

Chapter 7

Word Count: 596 | Released on: 11/05/2026

the floor. He turned around, his

the crib, waving her arms frantically.

ce dripping with impatience.

iled gently. "Mr. McClure, I believe she is

ow. His face went completely blank, his body stiffeni

ending both her chubby arms directly toward Edward. She opened her

, spreading stain of urine on his suit the night before. He took

system warned. Tar

ueezed her eyes tight, forcing a massive pool of tears

utter heartbreak caught Edward off guard. The

ysical contact from their primary caregiver often develop severe separat

dward's brain processed "behaviora

ng the situation like a necessary

hed down, his large, manicured hands hesi

her cotton sleep sack, a shocking am

ll away. He lifted her up, hold

she was high enough, she threw her arms a

cheek directly against his expensive silk tie. She nuz

re sent a jolt of electricity s

strange, tight sensation bloomed in his throat. It w

almost brought it up to cu

slammed ba

losing

e waist and practically peeled her off his chest. He sh

but as she looked up, she saw a faint, undenia

r the tightness in his throat. His voice was harder and col

rsery, desperate to put walls between himself an

billionaire flee. A small, knowin

ional barrier breached. Survi

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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.”