Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

Chapter 3

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ear against the hea

ss the thick carpet and limped

er blasted out of the showerhead. She stepped under it, let

licate features, zero muscle mass. She slapped her own cheeks ha

her inherited memories. She mapped out the tragic bankruptcy

ick, oversized bathrobe around her small frame

ough the darkness. She scanned the security came

e balcony on the third floor of the nei

n the dark. A man sat perfe

ical telescope. He had been looking at the stars, but the

aw Alyssa staring right back at him. Her eyes seemed t

est ti

r strapped to Iver's wrist sudden

droom. Reginald stared in horror at the tablet in his hand,

inald. His dark eyes remained glued to

ive nerve disease. His heart rate hadn't sh

nch. She narrowed her eyes and shot him a cold, let

yanked them shut, completely severing the

dow. A cold, fascinated smirk p

at the Gallagher estate tonight,

of the Gallagher mansion, the a

pajamas. His knuckles were white as he gr

eels of her hands against her forehead, unable to erase

top neurosurgeon in New York. We are a

if the scans are clean? If we aren't sic

teddy bear to her chest. She rolled o

ssa calling her an angel. The pure hatred she

on plates. He grunted with every rep, trying to exhaust his

ckward onto the massive, soft mattress. A

lows. This mattress is ten thousand times better than sleep

thought broadcasted perfectly int

hand. It shattered against the Persian

ad no choice but to confront the terrifying possibility: they were somehow tu

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“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.”