Reborn From Fire: The Ex-wife's Revenge
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Heidi gripped the sterile hospital bedsheets as violent contractions ripped her body apart.
The heavy door opened, but it wasn't the doctor. It was Brigette, wearing the exact custom wedding dress Heidi had spent six months designing for herself.
Brigette held up her phone on speaker. When the doctor warned that a natural delivery would kill the mother, Christian Page's voice echoed through the room, ice-cold and devoid of any warmth.
"Prioritize the Page heirs. Let her die."
The man she loved had just signed her death warrant over the phone.
Brigette stole her newborn twins, dragged her to an abandoned warehouse, and poured gasoline over her bare legs.
Flicking a lit cigar into the puddle, Brigette left Heidi tied to an iron pillar to burn alive.
But as the flames formed a deadly circle around her, Heidi's body convulsed with a terrifying truth.
In the heart of the blazing inferno, she miraculously gave birth to two more babies she didn't know she was carrying.
Using her own back as a human shield against the falling embers, she survived the fire, but the ultimate betrayal burned deeper than her ruined skin.
Four years later, Heidi returned to New York with a reconstructed face, two brilliant children, and a terrifying new identity as the world's top underground surgeon.
When Christian, entirely unaware of who she was, signed a waiver begging her to save his dying grandfather's life, Heidi looked into his desperate eyes with absolute, clinical boredom.
"The game starts now," she said coldly.
Reborn From Fire: The Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 1
The pain tore through Heidi's abdomen like a serrated blade.
She gripped the sterile white hospital bedsheets. Her knuckles turned a translucent white. Her fingernails bit so hard into her own palms that the skin broke, but the physical sting was nothing compared to the violent contractions ripping her body apart.
The heart monitor next to the bed emitted a frantic, high-pitched beeping. Her heart rate was spiking into the red zone.
Heidi forced her eyes open. Her vision blurred with cold sweat. She reached a trembling hand toward Nurse Laura, who stood completely still at the foot of the bed.
"Please," Heidi gasped, her throat raw. "The epidural. I need it."
Laura took a slow step back. Her face was a mask of cold indifference.
"Dr. Mercer hasn't given the order, Mrs. Page."
Another contraction hit. Heidi curled into a tight ball, a choked scream escaping her cracked lips. Her stomach muscles seized violently. She couldn't breathe. The air in the VIP delivery room felt thick, smelling of bleach and metallic blood.
Then, the heavy oak door pushed open.
The harsh, fluorescent light from the hallway spilled into the dim room.
Brigette walked in.
She wasn't wearing scrubs. She was wearing a custom Vera Wang wedding dress. The heavy silk and intricate lace dragged across the sterile linoleum floor, making a soft, sickening rustle. She stepped forward in five-inch stilettos, the sound echoing like gunshots in the quiet room.
Heidi's blurry eyes locked onto the fabric. Her breath hitched.
It was her design. The exact dress she had spent six months sketching in secret, hiding the pages because Christian always dismissed her art as the foolish doodles of a gold digger. She had poured her soul into that design for her own vow renewal, the one she never got to wear.
Brigette stopped beside the bed. She looked down at Heidi's sweat-drenched, agonizing form. A slow, mocking smirk twisted her red lips. She ran a perfectly manicured hand over the lace bodice.
"Why..." Heidi choked out, her chest heaving. "Why are you wearing that?"
Brigette reached out. Her cold fingers pinched Heidi's pale chin, forcing her to look up.
"Christian sent it to me this morning," Brigette whispered, her voice dripping with fake pity. "An engagement gift. He wanted to make sure it fit before the funeral."
Heidi's stomach dropped to the floor. A wave of nausea hit her so hard she gagged. The physical pain of labor was instantly swallowed by a massive, suffocating despair. Her lungs refused to take in oxygen.
The door swung open again. Dr. Helen Mercer walked in.
The doctor didn't even glance at Brigette in the wedding dress. She walked straight to the monitors.
"Fetal heart rate is dropping dangerously low," Dr. Mercer announced, her voice entirely devoid of emotion. "We have to make a decision now."
Brigette reached into her limited-edition Birkin bag. She pulled out her phone. The screen was already lit up with an active call. She pressed the speaker button and held it close to Heidi's face.
"Christian?" Brigette said sweetly.
"Report."
The single word filled the room. It was Christian Page's signature baritone voice. Ice-cold. Monotone. Completely empty of any warmth.
Tears spilled hot and fast down Heidi's cheeks. She thrashed against the bed.
"Christian!" Heidi screamed, her voice tearing her vocal cords. "Christian, please! Help me!"
Silence hung on the line for exactly one second.
"Doctor," Christian's voice cut through the speaker, ignoring Heidi entirely. "What is the situation?"
Dr. Mercer leaned toward the phone. "If we force a natural delivery now, the mother's body will give out. We can only guarantee the survival of either the mother or the children."
Heidi stopped breathing. Her chest froze. She stared at the glowing screen of the phone, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. She waited for the man who had promised to love her forever to save her.
"Prioritize the Page heirs," Christian ordered. He didn't hesitate. "Let her die."
The words sliced through Heidi's chest, severing the last string of hope she had left. Her body went entirely numb. The man she loved had just signed her death warrant over the phone.
Brigette smiled brightly. She ended the call. She shoved the phone screen into Heidi's face, forcing her to look at the call log. Christian Page. 02:45.
A raw, guttural scream ripped from Heidi's throat. Pure, blinding hatred flooded her veins. She lunged forward, her bloody fingers clawing desperately at the lace of Brigette's dress. She wanted to rip it to shreds.
Nurse Laura slammed Heidi's shoulders back down onto the mattress. She strapped the heavy leather restraints over Heidi's wrists.
"Prepare the induction drugs," Dr. Mercer said coldly.
Heidi thrashed, the leather cutting deep into her skin. She watched as Laura pushed a syringe into her IV line.
Ice-cold liquid shot up Heidi's arm. Her vision immediately began to tunnel. The edges of the room turned black.
She stared at Brigette's laughing face. She burned the texture of that lace into her retinas.
If I survive this night, Heidi swore to herself in the dark, I will make the Page family bleed. I will tear your lives apart piece by piece.
The heart monitor let out a single, piercing, continuous beep.
Heidi's eyes rolled back. The flatline echoed in the room as her world went completely black.
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Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
8.8
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
8.8
The only thing more dangerous than the game is the man guarding the crease.
Lyon Navarro has spent his entire career tearing down the San Diego Stormbreakers. As the city's most ruthless journalist, he's made an art form out of exposing the Alphas' volatile tempers and their scandalous lives off the rink. He's the man they love to hate-until a desperate management team offers him the biggest paycheck of his life to fix their image.
The assignment? Tame the six most notorious werewolves in the league.
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Rafael Stone, the team's intense, iron-willed captain, has made one thing clear: if Lyon wants to manage the pack, he's going to have to survive them. But between the locker room tension, the high-stakes pressure of the season, and the way the pack's gazes feel like a physical brand on his skin, Lyon realizes he's no longer just reporting the story-he's the one being hunted.
In a world of adrenaline, cold ice, and raw, lupine desire, Lyon is about to discover that the line between enemy and lover is thinner than a skate blade.
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7.4
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
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