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Reborn Heiress: The Shadow Regent's Obsession Novel Cover

Reborn Heiress: The Shadow Regent's Obsession

I stood as a ghost, watching the rhythmic thud of dirt hitting my own casket. My father, Senator Ellwood, dabbed his eyes for the cameras while my stepmother, Carroll, played the grieving mother perfectly, even though they were the ones who had paved the way for my murder. The vision shifted to a high-rise office where Isadore Walker, the terrifying "Shadow Regent," was methodically bankrupting every elite family that had betrayed me. He pressed a silver koi fish necklace to his lips and triggered a massive explosion, choosing to burn the entire world down just to join me in death. "Little Fish," he whispered. In my first life, I was a naive pawn who believed my best friend, Catarina, when she claimed I simply slipped into the pool at my Debutante Ball. I let the opportunistic Cody Stevens play the hero who "saved" me, leading to a hollow engagement that ended in my ruin. I never knew that my stepmother had conspired with our housekeeper to hide my true identity and keep me from my biological family. I died without ever understanding why Isadore, a man who treated me with cold indifference, would sacrifice everything for my sake. I didn't know that my entire life was a web of kidnappings and bribes designed to keep me as a political pawn. Suddenly, the heat of the explosion warped into the agonizing burn of icy water. I broke the surface, gasping for air, back at the very party where my downfall began three years ago. As I climbed out, I didn't look for Cody’s help. I wrapped myself in Isadore’s sandalwood-scented jacket and felt the cold steel of the tactical knife he had left in the pocket. This time, I wasn't the victim; I was the one who would light the fuse.
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Chapter 7

The party was effectively over.

Isadore commandeered the private VIP lounge. He didn't ask Ellwood for permission; he just walked in, and they followed.

The door clicked shut, muffling the chaos outside.

Denise wouldn't let go of Ali's hand. Griffith, her biological father, sat silently, staring at her with watery eyes. He had a traumatic brain injury from the past, George had explained, so he didn't speak much, but his love was palpable.

"So," Ali said, sitting on the plush velvet sofa. She looked at Isadore, who was leaning against the mantelpiece. "How do you know my mother?"

Isadore exhaled a plume of smoke. "She saved my life. Twenty years ago. In a war zone that didn't officially exist. She was a combat medic. I was a street rat. She patched me up when no one else would."

He looked at Denise with an expression Ali had never seen on him before-reverence.

"Sister Denise," he said softly, the name a vow.

The room went dead silent.

Sister?

Ali stared at Isadore. She stared at her biological mother.

Denise blinked, squinting at the tall, powerful man in front of her. Then, her hand flew to her mouth.

"Little Yi?" she whispered. "Is that you?"

Isadore nodded. "It's me."

"Oh my god," Denise sobbed. She reached out and touched his arm, as if checking he was real. "Look at you. You're so grown up."

"I heard you were looking for someone," Isadore said gently. "So I made sure you found your way in tonight."

He turned slightly and gestured to Ali.

"She's right here."

He then looked at Ali, a playful glint in his dark eyes.

"Which means," he drawled, "technically, I'm your uncle."

Ali choked on air.

Uncle?

The man who had been her lover in a past life? The man whose jacket she had asked Jazmyne to hold? The man who looked at her with eyes that were definitely not avuncular?

"Uncle," Ali repeated, the word tasting like ash.

Isadore smirked. He enjoyed her discomfort.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm not blood. Just... family by debt."

He pushed off the mantelpiece and walked over to them. He pulled a sleek black card from his pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of Ali.

"A welcome gift," he said. "Centurion Black. No limit. It's linked to my personal trust."

Ali stared at the card.

"And this," George said, placing a thick document beside the card. "Is from us."

Ali looked at the document. Share Transfer Agreement: Panacea Pharmaceutical Group.

"5%," George said. "It's not much, but it's a start. We're the majority shareholders. We just... keep a low profile."

Ali's jaw dropped.

Panacea? The largest pharmacy chain in the country? Her "poor" family owned it?

She looked at their worn clothes.

"We prefer to reinvest in research," Denise said apologetically. "And your father likes the simple life."

Ali wanted to laugh. She was rich. Independently, staggeringly rich.

The door opened. Senator Ellwood slid in. He looked deflated, a man who realized he had just lost his prize racehorse.

"Ali," he began, his voice wheedling. "I know this is a shock. But you're still a Lancaster. We raised you. You can't just leave."

He was looking at Isadore. He wanted the connection to the Shadow Regent. He wanted the Mckay money he was just starting to sniff out.

Ali picked up the Black Card. She tapped it against the Panacea file.

"I'm not leaving," she said.

Ellwood let out a breath. "Good. Good."

"But," Ali said, her voice hardening. "Things are going to change."

"Name it," Ellwood said.

"First," Ali said. "I want full independence. No curfews. No questions about where I go."

"Done."

"Second," she pointed to the door. "Catarina goes to jail. You do not pull strings to get her out. You let the prosecutor do his job."

Ellwood winced. The Collins family were major donors. "Ali, that's..."

Isadore cleared his throat. It sounded like a growl.

"Done," Ellwood said quickly.

"And third," Ali stood up. "You apologize to my mother. Publicly. Tomorrow."

Ellwood looked at Denise, the woman he had called a beggar an hour ago. He swallowed his pride.

"I will."

Ali sat back down. She had the money. She had the power. And she had the Shadow Regent standing guard in the corner.

"Then we have a deal, Senator," she said.

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