Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 8

Word Count: 719 | Released on: 27/05/2026

every creak of the old building a harbinger of doom. The first light of dawn, a

renaline and terror. She threw her few belongings

he hotel isn't working out. I need a new place. A private residence.

calm voice replied, a s

a crack. The hallway was empty. The bloodstain on the carpet was

e a beeline for the elevators. Her heart was a frantic drum against her

She rushed inside, jabbing the 'Lobby' button and then the '

to slide shut, a

d, strong and elegant, a Patek Philippe watch gl

e stepped in

's veins turned to ice

she couldn't breathe. He pressed the button for the lobby, then turned to face the front,

was a message. A deliberat

ent descent, a slow, agoni

al, yet it cut through the silence with unnerving

oid of emotion. "The clearance between these walls provides ample room for

ing her with its cold logic. Before she could process it, he cont

Did you sleep

er own terrified reflection in the mirrored doors, refusin

his dark eyes pinning her in place in the reflection. "The soundproofing in this hotel is n

. He knew. He w

She forced herself to meet his gaze in the mirror, a desperate attempt to sh

ed, a flash of

ost brushing her ear, his warm breath a shocking contrast to the chilling words. His

omise of doom. "After all, curiosity killed the cat. B

oors slid open

, his composure absolute. "We're here," he said, and swept out of

locked, her back drenched in sweat. Dam

intention of l

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“Seraphina was locked in a sterile psychiatric facility, treated as a compliant, living blood bag for her husband's mistress, Lila. But today, Lila walked in with a Cartier bracelet and a newspaper, revealing that Slade had orchestrated the complete ruin of Seraphina's family. Slade had used Seraphina's pillow talk to bankrupt her father's company. He tampered with her brother's brakes, framed her other brother for insider trading, and arranged the fatal car crash that killed her mother. Their entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to harvest her rare Rh-negative O-type blood to keep Lila and her unborn baby healthy. When Seraphina lunged at her in agonizing realization, Lila simply smiled and staged a fake attack. She watched helplessly as the nurses rushed in and injected her with a lethal sedative. As her heart monitor flatlined, she stared at the white ceiling, her soul consumed by regret and pure hatred. She had defied her loving family for a monster who slaughtered them all. She vowed to the darkness that if there was any justice, she would strip them of everything and make them beg for a death that would never come. Gasping for air, Seraphina opened her eyes. She was back ten years ago, sitting in a luxury hospital room, right as the nurse approached with a needle for Lila's very first blood donation. This time, she smashed the tray to the floor. "Under federal law, drawing my blood without explicit consent is assault." In this life, she would be the butcher.”