Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor

Chapter 4

Word Count: 552 | Released on: 27/05/2026

door, putting as much distance as possible between herself and Juli

a small paper bag on the seat between them. In

orite b

now that? It was another piece of t

you, but I'm not hungry,"

iage is a transaction," he said, his voice flat. "But as my w

mand. A spark of def

the Waltons and the Hayes family," she retor

eyes flashing. "And when thi

in place. A slow, chilling smile touched his lips. "D

he had just traded on

em past the long lines of waiting couples. They were ushered into a private, wood-p

. A few signatures, a short, imper

husband

cate. The paper felt weightless in her hand, ye

sun. Before Chloe could put the document into

cate. Not in half, but into small, deliberat

uttered from his hand

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d wiped his fingers, as if he'd touched somethi

beside her ear. His breath was warm against her

sessive murmur for her alone, "I am the o

ting off h

again a mask of cool indifference. "Re

nt. She hadn't found a weapon. S

door open for her,

ear. It didn't matter. As long as she could destroy the

e straight, her eyes like chips

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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.”