Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

Chapter 8

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pid executive decision. "Nobody moves against h

mily to the shadows of the staircase land

glass table. The warm, loving mask melted o

down at her, his eyes filled with disgust. "You jumped off

he cookie crumbs off her hands and

tending to tell him to take hi

rds "bankruptcy" and "shorting," an in

violently intervened, physically preventin

e choked on the words, force

d's censorship laws!

the "laws." They didn't fully understand it, but they r

ging her tactics. If she couldn't say it

been taking a lot of trips to the Cayman

blow. His pupils shrank to pinpricks. That was exact

vely into her personal space. "What exa

eeply in love' act is garbage. Do you really t

a fraction of a second. But his

wounded pain. He raised his voice, making sure i

sa!" Hughie shouted, sounding heartbroken. "A

"Just because I rejected your advances doesn't mean

, genuinely stunned

You narcissistic piece of trash. I wouldn't

ccusations. Any lingering doubt in Tristan's mind v

er perfect prince shattered completely, re

lk past him to leave the room, but Hughie reac

nto her skin, her apocalypti

and violently wrenched his wrist backward. A

. He stumbled back, clutching his wrist

She looked at him with absolute disg

, she stopped short. The four family members were huddled together

eart skipp

. I was too violent. I defini

at her with disgust. He cleared his throat a

our room and

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Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

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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.”