Reborn Heiress: Taming My Ruthless CEO
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Hovering as a translucent soul in the freezing cemetery, I watched Corbin Mendez—the ruthless billionaire I had spent my entire life despising—violently smash open my tomb.
I thought he had come to desecrate my corpse. Instead, he collapsed to his knees, reverently kissed my dead lips, and swallowed a lethal bottle of pills without a drop of water.
In my past life, I was betrayed by my ex-fiancé, framed by my vicious step-family, and trapped in a suffocating marriage with Corbin. I thought he was a paranoid, abusive monster who only wanted to control me. I fought his madness every single day until I died sick, exhausted, and utterly defeated.
But watching him climb into my casket, wrapping his massive arms around my cold body to die beside me, my non-existent heart shattered.
Why hadn't I seen the truth? He wasn't a monster; he was a deeply traumatized man suffering from severe PTSD, and his obsessive love for me was his only tether to sanity.
The regret and agony tore my soul to pieces.
"My love, I'm too late."
Those were his last words before his heart stopped.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't floating in a dark tomb. I was lying in Corbin's bed, exactly two years in the past.
This time, I wouldn't run away. I would heal the broken beast who died for me, and I would personally put a bullet in everyone who ruined us.
Reborn Heiress: Taming My Ruthless CEO Chapter 1
Freezing rain lashed against the marble headstones of the Sterling City cemetery.
Three black, bulletproof SUVs rammed through the rusted iron gates. The metal shrieked, giving way to the heavy vehicles that tore up the muddy main path.
Corbin Mendez stepped out of the lead vehicle. He wore a tailored black trench coat. His expensive leather shoes sank into a puddle, splashing freezing mud over his cuffs. He didn't blink.
Alex Stone hurried to his side, opening a large black umbrella to shield him from the downpour.
Corbin shoved him away. The motion was violent, sending Alex stumbling back.
Corbin walked straight toward the mausoleum of Alana Lamb. His eyes were entirely bloodshot, the vessels broken and stark against his pale skin.
The groundskeeper ran forward, waving his flashlight and shouting. Two of Corbin's bodyguards slammed the man face-first into the mud. The wet thud of the impact was swallowed by the thunder.
Corbin stood before the heavy stone doors of the tomb. He pointed a shaking finger at the stone cross carved into the center.
"Break it down," Corbin ordered. His voice was a guttural rasp, stripped of any humanity.
Three men stepped forward with sledgehammers. They swung. The heavy iron heads crashed into the stone. A dull, sickening crack echoed through the graveyard.
Hovering near the ceiling of the tomb, the translucent soul of Alana Lamb watched. Her non-existent heart seized. She stared down at the man she had spent her entire life despising.
The stone doors crumbled, collapsing inward with a deafening roar.
Corbin didn't wait for the dust to settle. He walked into the damp, dark chamber.
He stopped in front of the cold, ebony casket. His broad shoulders hitched. He reached out, his large hands trembling violently as his fingertips traced the polished wood of the lid.
Alex stood at the ruined entrance. "Sir, please. The entire city will be after us for this. We have to leave."
Corbin pulled the heavy pistol from his waistband. He flicked off the safety, turned, and fired a single shot into the stone floor, an inch from Alex's foot.
The gunshot deafened the small space.
Alana's soul flinched, a phantom shudder ripping through her. His madness terrified her. It always had.
Corbin dropped the gun. He dug his bare fingers into the seam of the heavy casket lid. He pushed. The veins in his neck bulged. His fingernails cracked under the pressure, splitting down the middle. Blood welled up, smearing against the dark wood.
The lid slid off and crashed to the floor.
Corbin looked down. He saw her. Alana's lifeless, pale body resting on the white satin.
His massive frame collapsed. His knees hit the hard stone floor with a bone-jarring thud.
He reached in with his bleeding, ruined fingers. He carefully, reverently, cupped her freezing cheeks.
He leaned down. He pressed his lips against her dry, dead mouth. The kiss was desperately gentle, a stark contrast to the monster he was known to be.
Alana's soul watched from above. An invisible hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing until she felt she might suffocate all over again.
"My love," Corbin whispered against her dead lips. His voice broke. "I'm too late."
He turned his head toward the door. The grief in his eyes vanished, replaced by the hollow, dead stare of a demon.
"Kill them all," Corbin commanded Alex. "Every single person who pushed her to this. Wipe them off the earth."
Alex swallowed hard, nodded, and backed away. He pulled the heavy doors shut as best he could, leaving Corbin alone in the tomb.
Corbin reached into the pocket of his wet trench coat. He pulled out a transparent, unmarked pill bottle. It was filled to the brim with white opioid tablets.
Alana's soul screamed. She dove toward him, throwing her hands out to swat the bottle away. Her fingers passed right through his solid chest.
Corbin popped the cap. He tipped the bottle back and poured the entire contents into his mouth. He didn't have water. He just swallowed, his throat working hard to force the lethal dose down.
He climbed into the casket. He lay down beside her cold body and pulled her into his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face in her hair.
He closed his eyes.
Minutes passed. The violent shivering in his body slowed. His breathing turned shallow, then stopped completely. A faint, peaceful smile rested on his lips.
Alana let out a wail of pure agony. The regret tore through her soul, ripping her apart piece by piece.
A blinding, piercing white light erupted from the center of her chest, swallowing the tomb, the casket, and the dead man who loved her.
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But Lila's situation comes with a hidden clause: her stay in the country is temporary. Within 365 days, her legal protection expires. To remain, she must marry one of the Blackwood heirs.
One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel.
As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.
7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
