Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Ruthless Billionaire
I was supposed to be celebrating my twenty-first birthday and my engagement to the man I loved.
Instead, I was bleeding out in a crushed car, listening to my fiancé Greggory and my stepsister Alta laughing over the car's Bluetooth.
They had cut my brakes.
As the steering wheel crushed my shattered ribs, they cheerfully clinked their champagne glasses, celebrating their hostile takeover of my family's media empire.
I tried to scream for help, but my lungs wouldn't work.
Then, Alta's sweet voice delivered the final, fatal blow over the speaker.
"Your mother? I took care of her too."
I died in the freezing rain, my heart frozen with absolute hatred as I realized every touch and whispered promise was just a calculated step toward my murder.
I gave them everything, treating them like my closest family.
Why did they have to kill my innocent mother? Why did I blindly trust two vipers who only wanted to drain my blood?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of gasoline was gone.
I was back in my bedroom, safe and unharmed, on the exact day of my twenty-first birthday party.
The day the tragedy began.
Downstairs, my murderers were waiting to spring their trap, expecting me to blindly accept Greggory's proposal.
But this time, I put on a blood-red dress, grabbed the photo of their secret affair, and walked down the stairs to choose a new fiancé—the most ruthless billionaire in the room.
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Chapter 1
Rain hammered the windshield, blurring the world outside into a smear of gray and neon. The smell of gasoline choked the air, mixing with the thick, copper scent of blood until it coated the back of her throat.
Annalise gasped, her lungs fighting for air that wouldn't come. The steering wheel was a solid bar of crushing weight against her chest, pinning her to the leather seat. Every breath sent a sharp, tear pain through her ribs.
She tried to move her arms. Her fingers twitched against the soaked fabric of her dress. Warm. Sticky. She looked down and saw the dark stain spreading across the red silk, dripping onto the ruined console.
This wasn't how it was supposed to end. She was supposed to be at the manor. She was supposed to be celebrating.
A sudden chime cut through the deafening drumming of the rain. The screen of her phone, sitting on the passenger seat amid the shattered glass, lit up. The harsh white glow stabbed at her eyes.
The phone vibrated, skittering across the seat until it rested against the gear shift. The screen flashed an incoming call. It automatically connected to the car's Bluetooth system, the speakers crackling to life.
"Is it done?"
Greggory's voice filled the crushed cabin. It was a tone she had never heard him use before. There was no warmth, no practiced tenderness. Just a raw, hungry impatience that made her blood run colder than the rain outside.
Annalise's fingers spasmed. She tried to reach for the phone, to scream his name, but her arm felt like it was filled with lead. Her nails scraped against the wet leather, leaving smears of red.
A soft, girlish laugh echoed through the speakers. Alta. The sound was sweet, poisoned honey.
"The brakes failed perfectly, didn't they?" Alta said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "She never suspected a thing."
Annalise's eyes widened. The air left her lungs completely, not from the pressure on her chest, but from the sudden, freezing realization that froze her heart solid.
Brakes. They cut the brakes.
"She was always too trusting," Greggory said, a smirk evident in his voice. "She handed me the keys herself."
Annalise's hand finally found the phone. Her trembling fingers smeared blood across the screen, but she couldn't grip it. It slipped, falling back to the console. The speakerphone stayed on.
"By the time they find her, we'll be in the clear," Alta continued, the sound of clinking glass in the background. "The Knowles media shares will finally be ours."
A tear slipped down Annalise's cheek, cutting a clean line through the blood and grime. It dripped off her chin, joining the pool forming on the seat.
She remembered the way Greggory had looked at her when he proposed. The way his eyes had shone with what she thought was love. It was all a calculation. Every touch, every whispered promise, was just a step toward her inheritance.
She remembered Alta clinging to her arm, calling her 'Anna' with that wide, innocent smile. It was the smile of a viper waiting to strike.
The sound of crystal clinking together came through the speaker, sharp and cheerful. They were drinking. They were celebrating her death.
Despair washed over her, a physical weight that pressed down on her chest harder than the steering wheel. It was a freezing tide that started in her stomach and rushed up to her throat, choking her.
A high-pitched whine started in her ears, overriding the sound of the rain. Beep. Beep. Beep. It was the sound of a heart monitor, echoing in her fading mind.
Her vision blurred at the edges. The flashing lights of the highway outside fractured into a thousand blinding stars. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. She couldn't feel the pain.
The only thing left was the sound of Greggory's breathing, followed by the click of the call disconnecting. The dial tone was a long, unbroken drone that echoed in the darkness.
Her chest rose one last time, a shallow, useless gasp. Then, it stopped.
The hatred in her eyes remained, frozen in place as the world went black.
The darkness was absolute. There was no pain here, no cold rain, no smell of blood. Just an endless void where time didn't exist.
Then, a sharp ringing pierced the silence. It was a high, irritating sound that clawed at her consciousness.
A shape flickered at the edge of the darkness. A blurry figure, running toward her. She couldn't make out his face, but she could see the frantic way he moved. He was reaching out for the crushed metal, his hands pounding against the door.
He was trying to save her.
But it was too late. The void was already pulling her down, dragging her away from the light and the sound of his voice.
A violent force grabbed her core, yanking her backward into the abyss.
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8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
9.8
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing.
Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream.
When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled.
Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.
8.4
Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York.
To them, she was just a shameful charity case.
The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash.
When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious.
Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition.
In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food.
They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile.
They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty.
They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly.
They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley.
What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun?
Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone.
Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull.
As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.
7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.