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Rising From Ashes: My Reincarnated Love

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 589    |    Released on: 15/05/2026

er. She grabbed the printed blueprints of

ld, steady rain was beating

. She let herself in, holding a few e

tiny, scratched dining table. She excited

yes traced the complex, Victorian

ve, crushing wave of gri

the corner of the map. Her eyes filled with hot, unexp

's pale face. "Cora? Are yo

e forced a weak, fake smile. "I'm just dizzy. I

e extra papers. "Get some rest. I'll see you in

lled a glass with tap water and swallowed two me

She listened to the rain hitting the g

hit her like a

nded by the glaring light of

credibly heavy, suffocatingly tight gi

background, but the air in the room

had a breathtakingly beautiful face, bu

at out vicious curses and mocki

e certainty that her name was Seraphina-

d. She shoved Seraph

backward. The surrounding aristocra

replaced by the terrifying weight of

ling dirt on top of her. She opened her mouth to s

d on her bed. Her hands gripped

her eyes snapping open. She gasped

Her dark hair clung to her fore

e dark room. She saw her dresser

nd the sound of Isolde's cruel laugh

re feet hit the freezing hardwood f

open and stumbled out into t

d her back against the cold tile wall, clutching

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Rising From Ashes: My Reincarnated Love
Rising From Ashes: My Reincarnated Love
“Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster. During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde. When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability. Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair-the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave? Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket. "What are you looking at, Foster?" Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.”