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Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 806    |    Released on: Today at 15:58

ordelia sat on the plush leather seat opposite Evand

one, his voice a low monotone as he gave orders to secure the area, deal with the authorities

t had just happened to settle. It gave her time to let

aced the phone on the console beside h

on Webster. Fiancée of Hays Lyons. The wedding announcement is t

't surprise her. A cold smile touched her l

negotiate with Evander Hawthorne as another man's fianc

58th," she told the driver, her

nod to the driver. The moment the Bentley pulled to the curb, Corde

, and used their public Wi-Fi on a burner phone she'd brought with her. She sent a single encrypted email to

ty and internal camera footage

ster bedroom loaded. And there they were. Hays and Kasey, tangled together in the sheets of the bed that was supposed to

nacle. She stood on the sidewalk across the street, looking up at the penthouse that was

n. She took out her personal cell ph

ia pitched her voice to a perfect

onvincing tremor enter her words. "My apartment... the Pinnacle

ails, her voice calm and reass

a confrontation. A police report. Bodycam footage. Official records. These were object

ld life being severed. She was no lo

s later. Cordelia approached the officers, showing them her ID and the

ed smoothly, her eyes wide with feign

where it was safe. She watched them enter the building. Then sh

They were hastily dressed, their hair a mess, faces a mixture of confusion and panic. Hays wa

d with hers. A flash of pure shock, foll

cent, bewildered confusion to form on her own fa

ing down. And she had just handed

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Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire
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“I was the sole heir to the Webster fortune, set to marry the man of my dreams and live happily ever after. But instead of a wedding, my fiancé and my step-sister gave me a brutal shove off a penthouse balcony. As I plummeted towards the New York concrete, I saw them standing side-by-side, looking down at me with cold indifference and a triumphant smirk. "Everything that belongs to the Websters is mine now, sister!" my step-sister laughed, her voice cutting through the wind. "Don't blame us. You were just in the way," my fiancé added. The truth hit me harder than the fall itself. His romantic proposal, her sweet sisterly hugs, our shared future-it was all a meticulously crafted lie to steal the company my grandfather left me. My spine shattered into a thousand pieces as I hit the rooftop below. Lying in a pool of my own blood, struggling to breathe, I was consumed by a crushing wave of nausea and regret. Why was I so incredibly naive? How could I have blindly trusted the vipers living under my own roof, letting them take everything I loved? In my final agonizing breath, I screamed silently for just one more chance to make them pay. Then, a blinding white light flashed, and I opened my eyes to the scent of clean linen. I was back in my own bed, exactly seven days before the wedding. This time, I would be the one doing the pushing.”