Rising From Ashes: My Reincarnated Love

Chapter 6

Word Count: 632 | Released on: 15/05/2026

alked straight to the back row. The engine

ghway. It drove deep into a heavily guarded

thick mud. The doors hissed open. Freezing air, h

off the bus, her boots sinking an inch into the wet dirt.

yelling into a walkie-talkie, direct

lling a terrible joke about soil co

away from the crowd toward a fres

arth. She rubbed the dirt between her thumb and forefinger, her brow f

the camp. A massive, black Range Rover slammed

e. He practically sprinted toward the v

ard in a windbreaker stepped out an

A long leg clad in dark tactical

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t. Under the overcast sky, his sharp, cold features look

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voice was deep, rough, and commanded absolute

, it suddenly stopped. His eyes locked

ibs. She instantly ducked her head, letting her dark

He recognized the terrified postu

tact and ordered the team to grab their hard hats

he supply crates. Cora stood

her boss. The sheer terror of t

yellow hard hat into Cora's

ok a deep breath, fighting down the panic, and

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“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.”