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Reborn to Burn: The Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1159    |    Released on: Today at 11:40

out of the VIP ward with Paige right behind her, walking down

darwood cologne and expensive cigars. Outside the lounge area ahead, four burly bodyguards

s's sleeve and whi

s security detail. I heard their most notorious second young

lexis stopped de

race holding champagne when this man leaned against a pillar and told her, "Your father's packaging patent will get him killed sooner or later." Three days later, a billion-dollar merger led by Zamora Industri

ol. In her past life, Colby had relied on corrupt judges, dark web hackers, and dirty financial maneuvers to destroy her family. Standard legal battles or peaceful negotiations would never stop h

entally helped him earlier, and he had told her, "I owe you a favor. Come find me when you know w

ed green hedges,

re throw, locked inside a lightweight cast he wore solely to feign injury and deceive his rivals, while his long fingers i

your nerves. They already proposed cutting your

t his eyelids, letting

those idiots swallow, they'll

irst branch. Right now, even this dangerous predator was facing a temporary vulnerability: the Sharpe family's aggressive first branch was using his "accident"

d channels. She was handing him the perfect weapon to seize his t

lade in Manhattan on my side. And to bind a man like Austyn Sharpe, a simp

walked straight toward the security line. Two black-suited bodygu

a'am. Pri

ast the guards' shoulders into the da

will let you break the first branch's chokehold

ter. He narrowed his dark eyes, stu

n. Let her

ic covered their mouths with their handbags, giggling as one raised her phone

f I remember right, every Manhattan media outlet this morning was b

his legs broken by my own h

r face close enough to feel his breath. A faint scent of camellia brushed past Austyn's

e through my security detail just

his eyes and spoke clearly,

need a solid industrial firewall to prove to the elders that you aren

a millimetre, the amusement in his dark eyes

o

to marry me,

smile faded completely, dark currents surging in his eyes a

te in Manhattan? Alexis Daven

lips into a cold

patents as my dowry-an asset powerful enough to anchor any conglomerate's bo

t. Because he knows better than anyone that an alliance built on

ping her chin as his voice dropped to a c

it means to marr

k. She simply met h

rs, Mr. Sharpe. I only c

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Reborn to Burn: The Heiress’s Revenge
Reborn to Burn: The Heiress's Revenge
“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.”