Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor

Chapter 5

Word Count: 573 | Released on: 27/05/2026

window at the blur of Manhattan traffic, her anger a hot, tight

ce devoid of emotion. "Take m

er first

g unreadable in his eyes. He didn't question

mpliance wa

please," Julian said, his voice a l

love over th

argue. She needed him.

eather and closed her eyes, forcing herself

edding party. Kaitlyn, smiling sweet

st for you, Chloe," she'd said. "

second thought. Soon after,

" Julian's voice cut through her thoughts. "

She stared at him, her hear

ead. "My doctor found a high concentration

a silent rush. She had assumed it was a simple sedativ

a full-grown man for twelve hours.

had wanted her incapacitated, helpless. The hat

ay to the surface. "How did you... get the

is eyes dark and penetrating. "Do you really believe you we

n the air, heavy

into Julian Sterling's private penthouse. Unless... it was all part of their plan. To ruin her,

ls digging so deeply into her palms th

her voice a low blade of sound.

the corner of Julian's mouth. He looked at her, at

thic spires of St. Patrick's Cathedral. Chloe took a moment to smooth d

ar door and stepped o

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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.”