Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

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he sounds coming from the downstairs room. The floorboards outsi

bare feet on the cold wooden floor, crossed the small

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pered. "It's all Miss Coretta's f

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iness pact between the Steele and Parks families stipulated that a Steele daughter must marry a Parks heir. Coretta had rej

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and she was in excruciating pain. The maids all called her a

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dark, crazed light ignited in her eyes. He wasn't a m

rabbed the brass doorknob

mped up in terror, letting

ay, her eyes burning wit

manded, her voice

ned around and almost fell down the n

he door shut. T

ss zipper, pulled aside the cheap T-shirt and tattered jeans, until her fingertips touched the thick stitching

ject tightly wrapped in a black, opaque garment bag. She stood up and pla

rom old crates near a trailer park. Using the exquisite skills honed in her past life as a behind-the-scenes designer for a top Parisian luxury bran

. The touch was like liquid obsidian gliding over her skin-a testament to her exquisite cr

dress on the rickety wardrobe handle. She wal

he branches of an ancient oak tree. Catering staff were constructing a ten-tiered champagne tower. Florists were weaving clusters of white o

ountry bumpkin, dressed in cheap and shabby clothes, to stumble down the

ed into a sharp a

ight, she wasn't there to merely survive the banquet, but to co