Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

Chapter 8

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ough wooden planks of the wall, right next to Coretta's ear. She l

nto Coretta's, stripping away the layers of fake

idn't threaten. She spoke in a whisper so s

pir

in the space

ses almost vanished. The blood drained from her face

neon green dress slipped from her g

ghost that had crawled out of hell. Behind her, Iris took a hesitant step forward. "Miss Coretta...?" the maid whispered, her voice

her voice a pathetic squeak.

ore seconds, letting the terror

took a large step backward, instant

om Ginny's face. She tilted her head

a little pale, sister. Like you have a headac

sweat broke out across her forehead. Her hea

ng into Anjanette's daily vitamin capsules. It was a severe trigger for Anjanette's

alls of the attic felt like the

doorframe with a yelp. Coretta bolted for the door. Her designer heels clattered wildly against the wooden floo

tening to the frantic, ungraceful footstep

he bent down, picked up the dress with two fingers, and walked ov

pushed it shut, and slid the rusty iron

lavishly decorated bedroom. She slammed the heavy d

chest heaving. She threw herself into the

e bottom drawer. She punched a four-digit code

ewelry boxes and pulled out a sma

dented. She pushed herself out of the chair

of the bottle and dumped the contents into the bowl

the silver f

marble sink, watching the water swirl. She didn't look aw

and looked at her reflect

er makeup was smudged.

y manicured nails dug into her palms. The fear in her

didn't know ho

be allowed to stay. She had to be destroyed. Tomorrow night, at t

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“Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most. Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor. As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks-the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared-charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine. "I love you." He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her. Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder. Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse. Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate. Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp. This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."”