Reborn to Burn: The Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 2

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lack smoke, her fingers clawing into t

es, a heart monitor beeped steadily beside her ear. Panting hard in a sweat-soaked gray hospital

tor said it was just heatstroke and low blood sug

e and threw her arms around her. Alexis turned her stiff

her past life was a late-night phone call two years from now-Paige had swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills in a tiny

and to touch Paige's warm c

till here? I'm not

her hand against Alexis's

your engagement warm-up cocktail party in Central Park. Yo

ked onto the digital calendar on the

in her eyes. In her past life, she had laid in this exact ward for two hours like a

, and the Davenport semicond

eside the bed, crossing

here for three hours, and that guy hasn't even shown his face or pic

xis didn't panic or cry as she used to. Instead, she lean

nd cancel his visit. Tell the

a peeled apple h

nd if you didn't see Colby for one minute? You wou

yline outside the window, the corner

w I'm no longer at his beck and call. Letting him i

"Dad (Branch Davenport)" on the screen. Her eyes reddened ins

, caring voice came

mother and I are driving back from the Connec

rned to death in her last life, Alexis swallowe

a little tired. Dri

ing it was all her fault for not taking care of

ll had made her mother feel guilty enough to take Bobbye to Fift

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re throwing off the covers and stepping onto the carpet. Walking into the marble bathroom, she splashed freezing tap water onto her twen

m and grabbed her black cashm

me. This room is

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“On the night of her wedding, Alexis Davenport was tied to a rusted steel pillar in a dark wine cellar, her couture gown soaked in her own blood. Her husband of three hours, Colby, casually flicked a lighter and sneered that he never loved her, only coveting her family's priceless tech patents. Beside him stood Bobbye, the orphaned cousin the Davenports had raised like a second daughter, who slapped Alexis and declared she was taking over her life. They brutally forced Alexis's crushed, bloody thumbprint onto the equity transfer papers. Then, Bobbye smiled and held up her phone, showing a live security feed of the Davenport estate engulfed in roaring flames, with Alexis's parents trapped inside. Colby poured industrial gasoline over Alexis's head and tossed the lighter. "Go reunite with your parents in hell." As the hungry fire swallowed her alive, unbearable hatred poisoned her dying mind. Her family had given them wealth, education, and unconditional love. Why did they slaughter them so ruthlessly? She swore if there was an afterlife, she would drag them both into the abyss. Suddenly, Alexis's eyes snapped open, gasping for air. The agonizing heat was gone. She was lying in a sterile hospital bed, her skin completely unblemished. She looked at the digital calendar on the wall: May 17, exactly three years ago. She had returned to the day of her engagement party. This time, she would ally with Wall Street's most dangerous tyrant and burn their lives to the ground.”