Reborn And Crowned: She's Now Her Own Queen

ng to die, C

mask of raw savagery. His hand clamped ar

a

grip on her windpipe tightened, h

vision starting to go dark. Pure instinct took over.

ear. He wasn't letting go. Her vision blurred, the room d

r burst

draining from his face. He lunged forward, grabbing the man's

es were cold with murderous rage, each word

to his knees in desperation. "Mr. Marshall, if Mrs. Mars

dmot

Vincent's eyes. His gri

d scrambled backward across the bed until her bac

ng finalized today. After this, you'll never have to see her again! Her mother sa

, pulled on a silk robe, and when he finally spoke,

Sign them and get the hell out. I don't want to

om the room without a backward glance,

er chest, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her whole body trembled, a persist

ed in horror. She was naked, her bo

dull ache spreading through her limbs. But now that the shock was fading, Chelsey felt like

.

's clothing. Her gaze swept across rows of crisp white shirts and se

random. The fabric swallowed her whole, the pa

of the closet, barely able to move, and collapsed onto a sofa, closing her eyes. And then

She had sifted through the memories of the o

dead. She had been

ss, her father was a spineless failure, and she herself had been a useless,

ed on the be

ce followed. "Mrs. Mars

and opened the door. A tall, stern-faced

d the borrowed memories, p

file toward her. "Mrs. Marshall, Mr. Marshall sent me t

into place. Today was both their wedding anniversary

had taken him to have the divorce papers drawn up.

o the final page, and signed "Chelsey" with a decisive s

he pen and handed ev

ent had expressly instructed him that if she put up a fight, he w

review the terms?" Kellan asked,

ed an eyebro

he pressed, his brow furrowing slightly in

t need to read it to know the options. It's either door number one: I leave crushed under a mountain of manufactured de

took the signed papers. "Mr. Marshall is simpl

e original Chelsey might have been pathetic

oke up? She didn't want him. She'd been given a second chance

d to the vivid, brutal marks marri

to call a doctor

she remembered. She raised a hand to her throat,

ad. "No need. It

as quickly as possible," he said, his tone

and padded out of the room on bare feet to find her own bedroom. Vincent's sheer

l walk before she fin

courthouse wedding. Pushing the door open, Chelsey navigated the cramped, narrow path betw

nd a modest dresser crammed inside, ther

ser, she didn't own a single decent piece of clothing. She changed into her own clothes

Kellan," she said, her tone impossibly breezy a

ed. Stepping out of the elevator, blocking her path, was a woman in a sharp designer suit and impos