Reborn From Flames: The Billionaire's Bride

SUVs disappear down the avenue. The adrenaline that had kept her standing suddenly vani

ooting out to grab Alia's wrist. "Hey,

ent electrical shock surged from Alia's wrist straight i

its color. Alia's consciousness was violen

car tearing down a winding mountain

ar flashed frantically, but the vehicle only accelerated. Inside the driver's

r smashed through the guardrail, launching into the em

ench of burning rubber and the thick, metallic scent of blood

her voice tearing her throat. She violen

lobby sofa, her silk shirt soaked in cold sweat. She gasped

ion. She quickly knelt beside the sofa. "Alia! Wha

er heart hammered against her ribs. She realized with horrifying certainty that she

golden finger"-the terrifying ability to foresee t

on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped the marble railing. Every muscle

te her situation and draw unwanted attention. He could only stand in the shadow

reached out and grabbed Caitlyn's hand, her fin

ours to the scrapyard. Right now. Today!" Alia's voice was

confusion. "Why? I just bought tha

ck for ten new cars right now. But you cannot touch that car ev

oney instincts told her that Alia was not joking. There was a

to have it crushed right now," Caitlyn said qu

Alia together snapped. Her vision went black at the edge

ically at her bodyguards. "Hurry, bring the car to

s toward the private exit. As she passed a blind spot near the

f the lobby, her eyes locked w

suppression and a profound ache. It was a look th

uickly looked away and slid into t

e city. Alia leaned her head against the cold leather sea

nger just seeking revenge. She had to preemptively dismantle

ets until it reached the Upper East Side. The vehicle slowed down and came