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Reborn From Flames: The Billionaire's Bride

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 860    |    Released on: Today at 11:15

lowered his phone, his thumb rubbing over his index finger knuckle as he watched the chaos

ring squad at the woman on the floor. "Ms. Sh

o embezzling from the Stanton Group's trust funds?"

e waved her arms frantically in front of her face. "Get away f

st Caitlyn's shoulder, looking as though the emotio

voice trembled, filled with a devastating vulnerability. "I always thought... I t

c image of the legitimate heiress breaking down. The

into dropping out of school, forced me to take those vulgar movie roles, all just

erican public harbored for the "evil stepmother" tro

ll, furious scream tore through th

arged into the lobby. Her hair was a mess, her eyes b

rming an impenetrable wall of muscle. Th

She fell hard, landing right next to Carmel. The mother an

tim. "Look at them. This is their true face. They pretend to be elegant in publ

microphones at the two women. "This is shamele

cal defenses shattered completely. She grabbed her head and screamed

Carmel slowly turned her head, staring at her

y?" Carmel reached out a trembling hand

lsion. "This is all your fault! If you were not a cheap, l

e Sharp family. Alia stood on the steps, watching the farce

glass doors of the hotel. Several black SUVs with

shed through the revolving doors

h an ongoing investigation into massive commercial fraud and money laundering. You need t

armel's eyes rolled back in her head. S

ed his partner, and they dragged the unconscious

shaking violently. She realized with horrifying clarity tha

lled with desperate, pathetic plea

drop of mercy. "Sister? Do you think you deserve to

asing the federal SUVs to get the firs

pen in awe. She let out a low whistle. "Beautifu

her face. Her eyes regained their hard edge. "This is

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Reborn From Flames: The Billionaire's Bride
Reborn From Flames: The Billionaire's Bride
“Alia was trapped in a burning warehouse, the thick smoke tearing at her throat. Outside the heavy iron door, her stepsister Cherri laughed. "Gaylen never loved you. He spent two years playing the devoted boyfriend just to get the security codes to the Vanderbilt family vault. You were nothing but a convenient, stupid key." Cherri even revealed that Alia's stepfather had deliberately cut the brake lines on her mother's car. The betrayal tore through Alia's nervous system. As the burning roof collapsed, the iron door burst open. Ansel Vanderbilt, the ruthless Wall Street king she had feared her entire life, charged through the flames. His custom suit charred instantly as he shielded her small body with his own. He cried into her neck, choosing to burn to ashes right by her side. Until her last agonizing breath, Alia didn't understand. Why did her family hate her so much? And why was this terrifying man the only one willing to embrace death with her? Opening her eyes again, Alia wasn't dead. She was lying in the penthouse suite of the Waldorf Astoria, staring at Ansel's sleeping face. She had returned to exactly five years ago-the day her stepsister and boyfriend drugged her and set her up for a ruinous sex scandal. Hearing the chaotic footsteps of paparazzi approaching the door, a murderous hatred flooded her chest. This time, the real reckoning had just begun.”