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Reborn Heiress: Escaping The Cheating Fiancé

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 833    |    Released on: 22/05/2026

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papers onto the heavy mahogany desk. T

was a sickly shade of gray. He rubbed his temples, tryin

sat rigidly on the leather

d, her tone dismissive. "Young men get wild.

arp, bitter laugh. S

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ed her mouth to yell back, but the he

mbled into

bags hung under his eyes. He had jus

thur. "Mr. Sanders, you have

ou dragged the Sanders name throug

He lunged forward, tryi

ped in instantly, shoving J

. He pointed a shaki

, spit flying from his lips. "She's a cl

nted right back at Jaylon. "You are a

the desk. "Jaylon! Shut your

ur with pure venom, then turned and kicked t

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threatened to pull the Montgomery funding from the Sa

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mail landed in the inboxes of the t

ital blood: Montgomery Heir's Secre

files. They saw the vid

ly jumped out

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even knock. He had been standing outside in the corridor the entire time, mo

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stant gasped. "

ked down at

in bed with Hilary Sande

. The room spun. He grabbed the edge

he let out a piercing, hysteric

ged a quick look. They pu

es, shock and absolute fu

ack in his pocket. He looked

olish," Arthur said, his voice d

partnership is dead. The engagement is d

collapsed back into his leather

r's hand and march

edge of a sofa, holding his head in his han

his frat brothers laughing

and looked at the scree

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phone slipped from his sweaty fingers a

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Reborn Heiress: Escaping The Cheating Fiancé
Reborn Heiress: Escaping The Cheating Fiancé
“In her past life, Christabel was locked in an abandoned medical facility, her fingers crushed and her vision blurred with her own blood. Her stepsister, Hilary, stood over her in a pristine white Chanel suit, smiling as she delivered the final blow. "Derrick's plane went down. No survivors." Hilary whispered the words with fake pity, throwing a stack of newspapers directly at Christabel's face. The bold headlines screamed about the Sanders family's absolute bankruptcy and liquidation. Christabel's parents and brother had already died trying to protect her. Now, Hilary was sealing her inside this rusted, pitch-black room to rot away completely. Christabel couldn't even move her dead limbs to fight back. She could only wait for her heartbeat to stop, drowned in absolute, crushing helplessness. She hated herself for being so blind, for letting Hilary and her fiancé Jaylon manipulate her, destroy her family, and steal everything she ever loved. In her final agonizing second, a vicious curse echoed in her mind. She swore that if she had another chance, she would drag them all to hell. Then, a violent sensation of falling ripped through her, and her eyes snapped open. Blinding light from a crystal chandelier stabbed her eyes, and an unnatural, burning heat rushed through her veins. She had been reborn. She was back at eighteen, in the exact hotel room where Hilary and Jaylon had plotted to drug her and ruin her reputation forever. This time, the show was hers to direct.”