Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Chapter 3

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king no sound on the wet concrete. He walked to Bailey an

of a wounded victim. She took his hand and le

ob compared to the fire in her soul. She stared at the two people she

looked down at Chloie like she was

ood bubbling at her lips

owly toward Chloie. He reached into his coat and pulled out a black

forcing her to look at him. "You were always so pathetic," he said, hi

urning. "The fire," she said, her voice barely a whisp

urst out laughing. It was a cruel, ugly

a burning building and got half his skin burned off?" he said, drawing

ed into place. Chloie's world shatt

ctory. "I found his family signet ring on the lawn. That's all it t

like a dying animal. She turned her head, her eyes

e heavy chair with her, the rop

. He stood up, took a step back, and aim

etched, her fingers scraping against the gritty concre

id, his voice flat.

a roar that swallowed the

ckward. She landed hard, a warm, wet sensation spreading

of Clay and Bailey seemed to come from ver

turned her head and fixed her gaz

corners of her eyes, mixing with

thought, a silent, burning vo

n. And I will prote

mise, her breath hitched. The

s was replaced by the thumping bass of electron

ing bolt upright, gasping for air, in

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Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Jing Buhui Modern

“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.”