Reborn To The Wife of a Billionaire with Disabilities
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
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Chapter 8
Morning sunlight flooded the master bedroom. Eileen woke up feeling completely refreshed, a stark contrast to the agony of the previous day.
She showered quickly and dressed in a crisp, white silk loungewear set. It was elegant but comfortable, projecting a relaxed authority.
She walked down the sweeping spiral staircase, holding a cup of black coffee. As she reached the foyer, she noticed the tense posture of the security guards stationed by the front door.
Mr. Ainsworth stepped forward, his face pinched in disapproval.
"Madam," the butler said, bowing slightly. "The former assistant, Mindy, is at the front gates. She is causing a scene. She refuses to leave until she speaks with you."
Eileen took a slow sip of her coffee. The bitter liquid washed over her tongue.
She lowered the cup and smiled coldly. "Let her in. Bring her to the front lawn."
The heavy iron gates groaned as they opened just enough to let a person through. Two massive security guards dragged Mindy onto the manicured grass.
Mindy looked terrible. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes were wrinkled, and her face was streaked with black mascara.
The moment she saw Eileen standing on the marble steps, Mindy broke free from the guards and threw herself onto the grass. Her knees hit the ground hard.
"Eileen! Please!" Mindy screamed, her voice cracking. "You can't fire me! I need this job! My mother is in the hospital, I need the insurance money!"
A few gardeners trimming the hedges nearby paused their work. They exchanged uncomfortable glances, pity softening their eyes.
Eileen stood on the top step, looking down at the sobbing girl. Her face was carved from marble. Not a single muscle twitched in sympathy.
She reached into the pocket of her silk trousers and pulled out her phone. She swiped the screen, opening an encrypted email sent by the Aura IT department at 3:00 AM.
Eileen didn't raise her voice, but the absolute coldness of her tone cut through Mindy's crying.
"Yesterday, at 3:15 PM, your personal bank account received an anonymous wire transfer of twenty thousand dollars."
Mindy's sobbing choked off instantly. Her eyes widened in sheer terror. She scrambled for an excuse. "That... that was a loan! From my uncle!"
Eileen let out a short, harsh laugh. She read the next line on the screen.
"At 3:20 PM, your phone connected to the public Wi-Fi network in the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel."
Eileen walked down two steps, closing the distance. Her presence was suffocating.
"At 3:25 PM, you sent an encrypted message containing a photo of my room number to an unregistered burner phone."
Eileen flipped her phone around and shoved the screen toward Mindy's face. The bright display showed the exact IP logs and data transfer records.
The irrefutable proof hit Mindy like a physical blow. The color drained completely from her face. Her jaw slacked, and she slumped forward, her hands pressing into the grass as if she couldn't support her own weight.
"You tried to destroy my life for twenty thousand dollars," Eileen said, her voice dripping with venom. "And now you want to play the victim?"
Eileen turned her head, sweeping her gaze over the gardeners and the security staff. She raised her voice, making sure every word echoed across the lawn.
"In this house, betrayal is a terminal disease."
The staff members who had felt pity a moment ago immediately looked down at their feet. The new Madam was terrifying.
Eileen looked at the head of security. "Throw her out. Tell the press camped outside that if any agency in this town hires her, they are declaring war on Aura Entertainment."
It was a total industry blacklist.
Mindy let out a bloodcurdling shriek. She lunged forward, trying to grab Eileen's ankles, but the guards snatched her by the arms and dragged her backward across the grass.
The heavy iron gates slammed shut, cutting off Mindy's wails.
The lawn was silent again.
Eileen took a deep breath of the morning air, smelling the cut grass. She brushed her hands together, a physical gesture of discarding trash.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She felt the distinct weight of someone watching her.
She tilted her head back and looked up at the second-floor balcony.
Carlisle was sitting in his wheelchair, half-hidden in the shadows of the overhang. He held a porcelain teacup in his hand. He was looking down at her, having witnessed the entire execution.
Eileen didn't look away. She held his gaze across the distance. The morning sun hit her face, making her skin glow.
Carlisle's hand moved. Very slowly, he raised his teacup an inch in the air. It was a microscopic gesture of acknowledgment.
Eileen blinked in surprise. Then, a massive, genuine smile broke across her face. She raised her hand and gave him a cheeky, exaggerated wink.
Carlisle's Adam's apple bobbed hard. He gripped the wheels of his chair and violently spun it around, fleeing into the shadows of his bedroom.
Eileen laughed out loud, the sound ringing across the lawn as she turned to go back inside.
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7.2
Blaire woke up in a Manhattan penthouse, her body covered in bruises and her innocence stolen.
Before she could process the terror, her adoptive sister Danita burst in, acting heartbroken and accusing Blaire of shamelessly seducing the powerful Kamryn Lane. Kamryn threw a one-million-dollar check at Blaire's bleeding face, calling her a calculating gold digger.
That night, Blaire overheard a conversation in the family study that shattered her entire reality.
"Once she gives birth to the Lane family's seed, we'll stage an accident, drain her blood, and transplant her healthy heart into your chest."
Her adoptive mother and Danita were celebrating the success of their trap. She wasn't an adopted daughter; she was a living organ bank and a disposable surrogate. Even her adoptive brother, Calhoun, knew everything, trapping her in the dark hallways with a sick, possessive obsession to ensure she never escaped.
The horrific truth suffocated her. The family that had taken her in had raised her like livestock for slaughter. How could they smile at her every day while planning to carve out her heart?
Terrified but burning with a desperate will to survive, Blaire swallowed a Plan B pill to ruin their surrogate plot and fled the estate. To get the money and power she needed to crush her adoptive family, she pulled out Kamryn Lane's business card. This time, she would make a deal with the devil.
7.3
Eloise was the untouchable Brandt family heiress, just one audition away from landing a lead movie role and escaping her golden cage.
But overnight, her family's empire completely collapsed.
With her father dying of heart failure, her mother forced her to beg the only man who could save them: Christian Clarke.
Christian was the ruthless billionaire who had publicly humiliated Eloise in college, ripping up her love letter in front of a laughing crowd.
Now, he tossed a fifty-million-dollar acquisition contract on the table.
"What exactly is the Brandt heiress putting up for sale today?"
To secure her father's medical care, Eloise was forced to sign a suffocating marriage contract, selling herself as a corporate tax shield.
He moved her into his freezing penthouse and treated her like a purchased asset. He mocked her attempts to cook him dinner, yet pinned her against the wall with punishing, possessive kisses whenever she tried to pull away.
Eloise's pride was entirely shattered.
She didn't understand why he was doing this. If he hated her so much and only wanted revenge, why did his touch carry such an agonizing, desperate heat?
Determined to survive, she went to her final audition and miraculously won the lead role, crying tears of joy because she had finally earned something on her own.
She had no idea that the cold-blooded monster sleeping beside her had just secretly threatened to destroy all of Hollywood to give it to her.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
9.3
Grace finally decided to end her toxic, one-sided relationship with Adelbert, the arrogant heir to a global empire, by texting him to terminate their family trust.
His response was a single, freezing word: "Done."
When they accidentally bumped into each other in a law firm elevator, Adelbert looked right through her.
"I don't know her," he stated coldly to his frat brothers, treating her like invisible trash.
Humiliated and completely exhausted, Grace sought an escape in a brutal shooter game called PUBG.
But by a sick twist of fate, the random matchmaking threw her into a squad with Adelbert's frat brothers and a god-tier, toxic player named 'Ø'.
'Ø' relentlessly mocked her terrible skills, humiliating her and calling her a "pig" over the voice chat.
Yet, during the final shootout, this ruthless player suddenly threw his character in front of hers, taking a fatal barrage of bullets just to keep her alive.
Grace soon uncovered the terrifying truth: the top-ranked 'Ø' was actually Adelbert himself.
She was utterly confused and furious.
Why would the untouchable billionaire who ignored her legal texts and publicly humiliated her suddenly sacrifice himself for her in a cheap video game?
Refusing to swallow her pride in both the real and digital worlds, Grace sent a direct challenge to his gaming profile.
"I'll prove I'm not a pig."
Across the city, Adelbert stared at the notification, a dark smirk curling his lips, and clicked accept.
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."
7.0
I was the Stanton family heiress, engaged to the President's son to secure a vital military alliance.
But he cornered me in the White House sitting room, slamming a thick manila folder onto the marble table.
"I said, sign the annulment agreement, Hester."
He looked at me like I was dirt, demanding I step aside so he could be with a manipulative intern named Tricia.
In my past life, I was a naive lamb. I cried and begged him not to end it. My devotion was rewarded with absolute cruelty. He ordered my bones broken and my reputation completely shredded. My trusted assistant forced poison down my throat, and I was left to die with a rope burning my neck.
Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had done everything perfectly for the family. Why did my unwavering loyalty only bring me a gruesome death? Why did the monsters who tortured me get to live happily in the highest seats of power?
Opening my eyes again, the suffocating terror of the noose suddenly washed away. I was sixteen again, staring at the exact same annulment papers.
"Hester, please. Just let us be happy," Tricia whimpered, reaching out her trembling hand.
This time, I didn't cry. I picked up the solid gold fountain pen, stabbed it violently through the center of the contract, and prepared to drag the entire First Family straight to hell.