Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Chapter 2

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hloie's cheek. The sting register

vessels, slowly focused on the wo

delicately wiped her gloved fingers. Then she dropped

red, trying to bite the hand that had tormented her. The mercenary

ked cry from her lips. "You'll burn in hell f

e concrete walls. The laughter stopped as fast as it had start

Darling, you're the one

o the lie that had shaped her entire life. "

g pity. "Adrien Riddle never touched the Monro

whispered, her body starting to tremble uncontrollably. "That's im

ghtening up. "Every last one of

ks. Her fiancé. The man who had held her, comforted h

iring her work. "And the slow-acting neurotoxin you've been putti

she served Adrien the "calming" herbal tea. Her stomach heaved v

rum. "Did you really think Clay loved you?" she asked, her tone conversational. "He wanted

No, no, no," a desperate chant to

tapped the screen. A familiar voice fil

mpt. "She's perfect. Emotional, stupid, easy to control.

, was the final blow. The light in Chloie's eyes went out.

," Bailey said, pocketing the

od. A pain so immense it felt physical ripped through her chest. For seven years, she had carefu

age. Her head snapped up. Her eyes b

body forward. The heavy iron chair tipped and cra

n and stumbled backwar

he ground like a dying fish, trying to crawl,

ward and drove his steel-

oncrete. She coughed up blood, he

open again. A man in a camel-hair coat stood silh

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Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

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“Chloie spent seven years systematically destroying Adrien Riddle, the untouchable titan of Washington D.C., believing he drove her father to suicide. But when the hostile takeover was complete, she wasn't celebrating. She was tied to a rusted iron chair in an abandoned warehouse. Her fiancé, Clay, and her adoptive sister, Bailey, stood before her, laughing as they revealed the truth. Adrien never touched her family. They had forged the evidence to use her as a Trojan horse, just to steal her thirty percent controlling stake. To break her completely, they dragged Adrien in. He had known about their trap all along, yet he manually disabled his own firewalls, letting Chloie burn his life's work to ashes out of pure devotion. Right in front of her eyes, Clay's mercenaries shattered Adrien's spine with an iron pipe. He didn't make a single sound, just stared at her with suffocating tenderness until his gray eyes lost their light. Then, Clay pressed a Glock to her chest. "You were only useful for putting down a rabid dog like Adrien." He pulled the trigger. As the bullet pierced her heart, Chloie stared at Adrien's lifeless body in the expanding pool of blood. She had spent a decade poisoning the only god who ever watched over her, while treating her true murderers as her salvation. The crushing weight of her guilt hardened into pure, agonizing hatred. If there was a next life, she swore to cross hell to protect him. Opening her eyes again, the scent of blood was gone. She was sitting in a plush penthouse suite at the Waldorf Astoria. Chloie had been reborn to the exact day of her eighteenth birthday gala, seven years ago.”