Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé

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nd cold. It cut through the fog of pain and the relentless,

t against her skull. Then, a searing fire along her ribs with every shallow breath she managed to draw. She

pt. It was Harrison's voice. Harrison Vanderbilt-Crane IV. Her fiancé. "Crashi

Brianna's face, a mask of feigned concern, just moments before she'd handed Chloe the keys, knowing full well she'd

heart monitor beeped a steady, monotonous rhythm beside her. Her gaze darted arou

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he cold emptiness, the final surrender. Yet here she was, in this hospital bed, on this exact day. The day it all began to unravel. Her hear

sh. It was a grip she knew intimately, the prelude to a lecture, to being dragged away from a party, to being silenced. The familia

ved, had once spent years desperately trying to please, was twisted with disgust. The love she had carried for him, a crushing weight she'd borne eve

n't it?" he scoffed, his grip tightening. "This is what this is all abou

self in this moment. She had cried. She had apologized, pathetically, for a crash that wasn't her fault, begging him to believe she would

t in misery, solidified within her. It was a core of ste

liar pattern. His tone dripped with condescensio

hite-hot. With a surge of strength she didn't know sh

he next, she moved. She swung her arm, her palm connecting with his cheek with

eyes, wide with disbelief, were fixed on her. He had never, not

, torn from a throat dry with pain and disuse. But the

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efiance. A new, more outrageous play for attention. "Do you hav

r sea. She repeated the words, each one a nail in the coffin o

rrison Vanderbilt-Crane IV looked at the woman he thought he owned, he felt a sliver of genuine fear. This declaration wasn't