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Reborn Heiress: Marrying My Ex's Disabled Uncle

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 596    |    Released on: Today at 19:18

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sphere was thick with tension and whispered speculation. My

nd of the room. He didn't need a microphone. He simply stood there, hi

Regarding the union between the Kane family and Miss Kane's chosen partner, there has b

xcited whispers. A hundred pair

te a confident expression back on. He clearly believed my words upstairs had been an empty threat-

knuckling a champagne flute, her ey

he Don met me, his old eyes searching mine. "Are you cert

a single, r

walking toward the stage from the side, a triumphant smile already forming o

the drama was over. A few people even

my gaze sweeping over Juliana's terrified expression and finally settl

se my fiancé. The man I select will be my future husband and will hav

I let my eyes meet Brett's. He was only a few fe

oked righ

allroom-past curious faces, past gossiping circles

ern. I gathered the silk of my gown i

walk towa

-toward the shadowed alcove wher

ery air in the room went still. Brett froze mid-stride, his

vas of utter disbelief. He was the forgotten son. The gh

ir. In the dead silence, I bent at the wais

ed out

hone still pinned to my dress carried my

e Marcel

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Reborn Heiress: Marrying My Ex's Disabled Uncle
Reborn Heiress: Marrying My Ex's Disabled Uncle
“I died in a hospital bed while my fiancé Brett and my stepsister Juliana toasted my inheritance in the next room. The lemonade she fed me wasn't kindness-it was a cardiac suppressant. The asset transfer I signed wasn't protection-it was my epitaph. As my heart monitor flatlined, I swore one thing: If I get another life, I will destroy them both. Then I opened my eyes. Crystal chandelier. Champagne. My twenty-second birthday party. Brett is about to humiliate me by gifting Juliana my mother's diamond bracelet. The crowd is waiting for the heiress to break down and cry. This time, I don't cry. I smile. I walk past them without a word. And I go straight to the man everyone has forgotten-Brett's disabled uncle, Marcello Kane, who's been rotting in a wheelchair for a decade. In front of all New York's elite, I make my choice. Not Brett. Not tears. Him. They think I've lost my mind. But I've just won the war. Because Marcello Kane isn't broken. He's a predator in disguise. And together, we're going to burn their empire to the ground.”