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Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 754    |    Released on: Today at 17:13

rds' guns pointed at her. She reached down, wra

lamped her teeth together and

through the yard as the b

e sound. She just ripped a long strip of fabric from her ruined sil

complained in her head. The pain receptors in this bo

sides of Katie, Julian, and Tristan's skulls. A

d her pale face to her husband, mou

temples so hard hi

e tight. "The stock market fluctuations are

e stairs and marched onto the grass. He poin

iloquist trick are you p

She looked at Tristan lik

in the wasteland, she thought. A crawler would r

His entire body shook with rage. He raised

. Her muscles coiled, ready

s of a black Maybac

fore the car even stopped. He sprinted toward Alyss

cut away the silk bandage on her l

nd the torn flesh that was already knitti

king. "Her vitals are... stable. Her cellular regene

ediately barked orders at the bo

the press," Julian ordered, his t

a. Her stomach let out a loud, aggress

d internally. Even a moldy can of beans

head. A sharp ache pulled at her chest, remindin

to order Alyssa to a pri

m. "Take her to the guest room at the end of the hal

fted Alyssa's blood-soaked body with extrem

nvas, closing her eyes to focus her remaining ap

lyssa cracked an eye open. She loo

ok like a damn ang

The fear in her eyes fractured

st room and slammed the heavy oak door shu

. She leaned against the headboard, gasping for

her family stood outside the s

Julian insisted, pacing the floor. "Our

e whispered, gripping her skirt

amily lay awake in their beds, the absurd, terrifying echo of Al

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Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers
Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers
“I survived a zombie apocalypse, only to wake up in the shattered body of a fake heiress who had just jumped off a Hamptons balcony. The wealthy Gallagher family stared at my bloody heap with disgust, convinced my suicide attempt was just another manipulative stunt. But then, a supernatural glitch happened: my new family started hearing my uncensored inner thoughts. At the breakfast table, starving and traumatized from the wasteland, I accidentally broadcasted my desperate craving for uncontaminated food. When the "perfect" future son-in-law, Hughie, walked in, my mind instantly recognized him. I mentally exposed his secret offshore shell companies and his plan to bankrupt the Gallaghers using toxic junk bonds. I watched the family patriarch drop his coffee cup, the entire room turning pale as corpses as my blood-soaked, sarcastic warnings echoed inside their skulls. I tried to expose the bastard out loud, but the universe's bizarre censorship laws physically choked me, forcing me to swallow the words. How was I supposed to save these naive, soft billionaires when I was literally gagged by the plot? Then, Hughie handed the real daughter an invitation to a Hamptons reality TV show-a show I knew was a rigged death trap meant to ruin her. I didn't panic. I just smiled and packed my bags. "I'm going on that show too." I slaughtered hordes of mutated freaks in the wasteland. Let's see how these high-society snakes handle a real apex predator.”