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Bound By Fate: The CEO's Reborn Bride

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 757    |    Released on: Today at 09:56

king ripped Chloe from t

Knock

scent of fresh lilies. The feel of soft, high-thread-count sil

ed her e

own molding. She sat up with a jolt, her hands flying to her chest. There was no

ime, followed by a voice. A sickeningly sweet

awake? We're run

June

ying, surged through her veins like a jolt of electricity. Her heart hamm

was a vision of sisterly concern, her face a perfect mask of

had last seen on the tablet screen was gone, replaced by the familiar, f

aw her own reflection: younger, healthier, her face free of the

ured sympathy. "You can't be having second thoughts now, Chloe," she said,

like a physical blo

d marriage. The powerful, reclusive C

er wedding day. He

her to jilt Damian at the altar, to run away with Braden, sett

d been

the past, on the single m

old, terrifying clarity. A sense of purpose so

a monster, Chloe. A cripple in a wheelchair. Everyone knows what happened to his l

or you," she coaxed. "He loves you. He has a car waiting downstair

like a lifeline. She had believed June was her sa

for Chloe to self-destruct. The touch of June's hand on her arm felt like a vi

surprised by the sharp

f the bed. Her mind was racing, processing the miracle of

he Powell and Montgomery families. Running to Braden had made her an outcast, completel

here would b

here would b

n. "Don't be afraid, Chloe. It's the right thing to

mile touched her lips for the first time. It was an expression so

about to be rewritten. And

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Bound By Fate: The CEO's Reborn Bride
Bound By Fate: The CEO's Reborn Bride
“Chloe Beaumont thought she had a perfect life, until she woke up tied to a metal chair in a freezing warehouse. A hitman forced her to watch a live stream of a lavish wedding, where the groom was her fiancé, Braden, and the bride was her beloved stepsister, June. Through the screen, Braden coldly revealed their master plan. He had never loved Chloe; he only wanted her wealth and connections, while June was always his true prize. They had framed Chloe for insider trading to destroy her reputation and steal her company for pennies on the dollar. To add to the ultimate betrayal, June was already pregnant with Braden's child. "Finish her, and make sure it's clean." Braden ordered over the phone, claiming her worthless life was their final wedding gift. As the hitman plunged a knife into her heart, Chloe's despair morphed into pure, all-consuming hatred. How could the two people she trusted most build a perfect life entirely on top of her grave? Why had she been so blindly foolish to dismiss all their lies and coincidences as paranoia? Opening her eyes again, the agonizing pain and the grimy warehouse were completely gone. She was sitting in a luxurious hotel suite, dressed in expensive silk pajamas. It was exactly six years in the past, on the morning of her arranged wedding to the feared billionaire Damian Montgomery. This was the exact day June had tricked her into jilting Damian at the altar to run away with Braden. This time, Chloe smiled coldly, ready to walk down the aisle and drag her betrayers into an ocean of despair.”