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Reborn Heiress: Escaping The Billionaire's Cage

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 796    |    Released on: Today at 18:23

was a stranger. She wore a simple, sleeveless white dress with sharp, clean lines. It was

his voice a low murmur. "Once you s

past life was gone, burned away in a hospital bed. In her place was someone f

in a silent cascade of light. A hundred camera flashes went off at once, a relentless, blinding strobe

s outlet in New York was here, expecting a fluffy piece about the soci

rters smelled blood in the water. She ignored the prepared statement her PR team had drafted and l

ited you all here today to make an announcement." She paused, letting the anticipation build. "Effect

ny of gasps, frantic typing, and r

can you give us a reason?" a re

le. She let her gaze sweep over the frenzied

e waited until every eye was on her again. "I have no desire for my future chil

dacious, so brutally direct, that it left them momentarily speechl

orter shouted. "Are you say

direct your questions to my former best friend, Ms. Belinda Melton. And whi

e other woman and confirmed the pregnancy. She had handed

nded into utte

oes not tolerate deceit

age. Caleb and two security guards materialized at her side, form

egan to vibrate violently. Braxton's name flashed on the screen. Sh

e screen. Her face was on the screen, next to a photo of a smiling Braxton and a demure-looking Belinda. The hea

It was the cold, clean feeling of a debt being paid. This was for h

cern. He handed her a new, unopened phone. "You'll need th

around the cool metal. She powe

shriek. "SLOANE! YOU ABSOLUTE LUNATIC! YOU'RE ON

n this new life, a genuine smile touched

My treat. We're celebrat

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Reborn Heiress: Escaping The Billionaire's Cage
Reborn Heiress: Escaping The Billionaire's Cage
“I was lying in a hospital bed, my body shattered from a terrible car crash. My best friend Belinda walked in, but she didn't come to comfort me. She came to gloat. "You didn't really think the crash was an accident, did you?" She told me that she and my fiancé, Braxton, had tampered with my brakes. She stroked her slightly curved belly, smiling as she confessed that she was carrying his child. They needed me dead so Braxton could take over my family's company. Even worse, they had paid a drunk driver to run my parents and my brother off the road. My entire family was wiped out by design. As my world crumbled, a lawyer walked in. He was sent by my husband, Julian, who hadn't visited me once. The lawyer coldly handed me divorce papers to sign on my deathbed. I died alone, suffocating on my own blood, consumed by a burning hatred for the people I trusted most. Why did they destroy my family? Why did Julian abandon me when I needed him the most? But when I opened my eyes again, the sterile hospital room was gone. I was standing in my childhood bedroom, staring at my flawless, eighteen-year-old face in the mirror. It was exactly one week before my engagement party with Braxton. This time, I wouldn't be their victim. I would burn their worlds to the ground.”