Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor

Chapter 7

Word Count: 547 | Released on: 27/05/2026

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rmur meant only for Chloe. "I can

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her side, she walked toward the massive oak doors of the cathedral. As she walk

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look at Kaitlyn. She simpl

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elt his expression freeze and shatter. He stared at Chloe,

ld smile spreading across her face. She hadn't come h

step onto the long, crimson carpet of the aisle. Each st

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ce a low, insistent command. "I don't c

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Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Emperor

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“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.”