Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow

From the back cover

I gave up everything to be the perfect fiancée to Jemal and the grateful sister to Claire.

But as I lay dying on a cold warehouse floor, I watched them passionately kiss over my bleeding body.

"Damn it, look at my suit. This was custom," Jemal complained, flicking my blood from his cuff.

"Oh, don't be such a baby. She was always so gullible," Claire laughed, mocking my dying gasps.

They admitted every promise and sisterly defense was a lie to steal my inheritance and save his bankrupt company.

As my soul detached, the warehouse doors burst open.

It was Braxton Shields, the ruthless Wall Street titan whose arranged engagement I had broken off years ago.

The famously cold billionaire fell to his knees in my blood, his stoic mask shattering into raw agony.

He gently cleaned my face, pulled out a hidden photo of me, and kissed my cold forehead.

"I'm sorry, Alex. I was too late. I should have never let you go."

Without hesitation, he drank a vial of poison and slumped dead beside me.

The shock of his ultimate devotion and my own foolish blindness tore my soul apart.

Why did I choose my murderers over the man who loved me enough to die for me?

Opening my eyes again, I was back in my eighteen-year-old body.

It was the exact day I was welcomed back into the toxic Vargas family from foster care.

This time, they would all pay.