Reborn To Marry The Untouchable Titan

Chapter 7

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of feedback shrieked through the spea

he announced, his voice booming with self-righteous pain, "will

of this moment, the engagement between Chl

h a fresh wave of gasps and

r head, hiding a smile of pure

ale. "Clay, son, please, don't be hasty

d, shaking off Jim's hand. "The

ck of wolves waiting to see the kill. They e

walked calmly

hand. She lifted it to her lips, and a brilliant, radiant

through the ballroom. "Thank God!

People stared, their minds strugglin

shattered. He stared at her, dumbfounded. The girl who had

, her tone light and breezy. "Mr. Franks has officially ended our engagem

daze. "Please make sure you print that," she said with another dazzl

g the story of the ye

ke a fool. He had intended to publicly discard her, only

, "Stop playing games, Chloie. This patheti

ssion of pure pity, as if examining a stran

r the microphone to pick up, "you really do have an inflated sense of s

the face. Clay's face tur

ars streaming down her face. "Chloie, how can you be so cruel

voice dropping to a conversational, lethal tone, "you can have him. This piece of trash

rk's high society, made the entire room gasp. Bailey w

crophone. It hit the

on the stunned faces and flashing

that overwhelming sensation, tilting her head to look up at the second-floor balcony. In a dark, recessed corner, she saw the faint outline o

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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.”