Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride

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as she sucked in greedy lungfuls of air. Water cascaded down her face, stinging her eyes, but she didn't blink

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as no jagged scar. No blood. The skin over her heart was smooth, flawless, and whole.

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ounter, the screen lighting up with a notification. She scrambled out o

lared back at her. It wa

it crashed into her, followed instantly by a wave of manic, suffocating jo

e operating table. The sterile lights. The scalpel. The agonizing

arsh, guttural sound ripped from her throat. He

bit down hard. The sharp sting of pain grounded her, and the metallic taste of fresh blo

drifted through the heavy hotel suite doors. Alaia

Austen's latest movie. It was also the exact night he fi

ater droplets slid down her body, chilling her, but her eyes were no longer fi

om. Her bare feet made no sound on the thick ca

her head. The zipper caught at her waist. Alaia let out a cold, sharp laugh, grabb

ressed it heavily against her lips, tracing over the bleeding wound she had just bit

ths begging for a cheating man's attention. She reached up and ruthlessly tore the pins

was the hotel manager's backend access code-the exact same code she had spent weeks begging for in her past life so she could secretly pla

floor to avoid the paparazzi. She zoomed in on the top floor

en compartment of her makeup palette. Her fingers br

e had endured for a spy thriller role in her past life, she knew exactly which two contact points to bridge. Her hands moved with terrifying precision, sliding a tiny

allway. A hotel waiter, Leo Webb, rounded the corner holdi

idening at the intense, suffo

him a flawless

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darted out like a snake. She slid the master

y. Alaia slipped the card into her pal

in the numbers she had memorized in her past life-the numbers s

essness of the ascending elevator made her stomach drop, reminding her of the terrifying

gainst the wall, creeping down the corridor. She slipped pa

ge. She pressed the stolen keycard against the

and pushed the door open just a fracti

behind her. The dim, ambient lighting h

ly across from the velvet sofa. She crossed the room in three qui

era's Bluetooth. The screen flickered, then displ

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and heavy footsteps echoed from the ha

rn, she threw herself into the adjoining walk-in closet and pulled the slatted door shu