Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor

Chapter 2

Word Count: 632 | Released on: 27/05/2026

impersonal as if he were loo

. Without a word, he picked up a small vial and a glass of

hite with black lette

is voice was a low ru

m. This composure was new, forged in betrayal. The old Chloe would have

something-curiosity, perhaps-passing thro

hesitation, she put it in her mouth and swal

surprise him even more. The sc

on the nightstand, Chloe lifted her

ntimidating presence. "Aren't yo

gged by my dear stepsister, Kaitlyn Haye

ween them. He had expected tears, denia

was her co

n't just want her dead; they wanted to destroy her. She knew

ng was a name that even David and Arthur spoke with c

eded a

acious idea

swung them over the side of the bed and stood. The silk shirt she

e had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. A cold knot tightened

terling.

icy composure. He looked at her as if she

heir depths. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?

s to have me drugged and thrown into another

nd you... you ruined me. Don't you thi

ound that didn't reach his eyes. "Responsibility

't faze her. This

pment project," she stated, her voice cool. "Marry me, the sole h

that s

from Arthur and make the Hayes fam

nation he had never seen. He looked at her, truly looked at her for the first

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Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor

Sibeal Sallese Modern

“Chloe lay paralyzed on the cold hospital gurney, feeling the steady drain of her blood into an IV bag meant to save her stepsister. Then, through the cracked door, she heard the chilling voice of her fiancé, Arthur. He wasn't just draining her blood; he was waiting to cut out her heart. "It's an honor for her to trade her life for Kaitlyn's health," her adoptive father sneered. Arthur casually added that once Chloe was dead, her mother's trust fund and the family company shares would finally be theirs. To her absolute horror, they even bragged about how they had orchestrated her mother's death, laughing as they called it a perfect accident. The family she had trusted and the man she had loved for years had murdered her mother and were now butchering her for her fortune. A desperate, primal rage flooded her veins. She wanted to scream, to tear them apart, but the drugs kept her trapped in her dying body. With her last ounce of strength, she bit down hard on her own tongue and died. When she opened her eyes again, the smell of blood was gone. She was sitting in the lavish penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire, Julian Sterling. It was exactly five years ago, the day before her doomed wedding to Arthur. She had been reborn, and this time, she was going to drag them all to hell.”