Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

Chapter 4

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urtains. Alyssa's eyes snapped open. A viole

ter washing her face, she dug through the closet and pull

outside flinched, but they didn't stop her. They just watc

er and sizzling bacon. Her nose led her straig

sat around a long mahogany table. Deep,

rdwood floor, four pairs of eyes snapped toward her.

cked onto the massive spread of

silver fork onto his porcela

so you could come back and leec

ire focus was nailed to the plate of Eggs

aise sauce gleamed in the sunlight. To a survivor of the

owed a mouth

n her head. Those are fresh

he family's skulls. Julian jerked in his seat

ge of the table, her e

bitten off by a zombie just to steal a rotten

r fingers gripped her linen napkin

he belonged in a straightjacket. He couldn't proce

e the food into her mouth. She clenched her hands into tight fist

his is civilized society. These people in this perfect worl

esperate hunger fighting against extreme self-con

ed Eggs Benedict. Then she looked

ched out with both hands and picke

Estelle slid the plate down the long table, st

y, her voice trembling slightly. "I hav

d at the real daughter she had supp

giving someone your clean food was a blood oa

lyssa stuttered in her mind. Is she ac

ise. A bright red flush rushed up her neck and cove

le and stood up. "Why the hell are y

glare, silently ordering h

picked up the plate like it was made of fra

ook a deep breath, preparing to consume

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Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

Mu Xiaoou Billionaires

“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.”