Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

Chapter 5

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th her silver fork. The golden yolk burst

a massive piece of the muffin, dripping with

h ingredients exploded on her tongue. He

ut warning. They rolled down her cheeks and s

ing at a terrifying speed, eating like someo

twisted. She had never seen anyone in high societ

ift from God! I swear on my life I will slaughter an

ho in his brain. The deep wrinkles between h

s. Alyssa even ran her index finger along the bottom of th

His disgust overpowered his shock. He thought

his hand across the table, trying to

shed the edge of the porcelain,

ntly. The silver fork in her right hand blurred into a st

oak dining table. A harsh, grating screech echoed through the room. The metal prongs scraped violently

he bodyguards in the corners im

er muscles coiled tight. A low, guttural

n her mind, and I will chop your hand

the family's minds. Tristan fell backward i

her hands frantically at the bodyg

stincts. She yanked the fork out of the wood, sat back

red internally, annoyed with herself.

tire understanding of his fake

telle bravely pushed a basket of fre

hed the second she saw the carbs. She look

ng it to her chest like a newborn baby, and s

ymore. She turned to the housekeeper. "Bridget, go to the kitchen. Te

on, Alyssa thought, mentally handing Katie a go

er head toward the window to hide

the dining room, the aggressive roar of a spor

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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.”