Reborn Heiress: Taming The Ruthless Tycoon

needles. A deafening crash of a live symphony orchestra slamme

er chest heaved as if she'd just broken the su

expecting the warm, sticky pool of her own blood. She expected the tea

met cool, smooth silk.

hurt, each beat a sharp ach

forced herself upright. Her legs felt like lea

the massive go

f the jagged, puckered scar that had sat on her left cheek for five years. The scar carved by

ght and locked

oss

st the heavy dressing room door. The

Open up,

ipping with that familiar, sickenin

ake friendship. The orchestrated betrayal. The ruined face. And then the cold barrel of a gun

years of isolation and fear. Katelyn's final, gloating confession before the gunshot. And before that-before all of it-Brion's blood-soaked body shielding hers, the heat of the bl

ement party. The night everything had begun to

And she rememb

rebirth and left behind nothing but cold, clear murderous intent. Her fingers fisted into t

vanity. The screen lit, cold bl

hite numbers confir

ago. The day of he

, the brass fixture jerking back

t leave now, you'll be trapped!" Katelyn hissed

e coating her tongue. She made the muscles in her face go slack,

pet in bare feet, silent,

an in the hallway. Flat. C

designer heels clicked sharply on the hardwood. The rehear

isted into a mask of exaggerated panic-brows d

erfectly manicured hand r

hifted her weight, turnin

and grabbed

thered it with a harsh whisper. "If we don't move this second, security

on?" Gem

ed body shielding hers, the heat of the blast, his weight crushing her down, the copp

, a dark, mocking amusement threading

es. "Because of Jair! He's freezing out there for you. Standing

viving the underground cut straight through the fake tears and locked onto the raw, nake

by two earpiece-wearing guards with shoulders like refrigerators, marched t

refully applied foundation. She reached out again, both hands this

's wrist like a steel vice. She pressed her thumb into th

umbing pain shot up her arm from wrist to sh

o women with deep suspicion, his bushy gray brows pulling together. "

ce of a flower opening. She curved her lips into the flawless, empty smi

she said smoothly, voice dri

nsion, and turned on his heel. The guards followed in per

aging the angry marks blooming there. "Are you out of your mind?" she hissed

the expensive perfume layered over the sharp stench of f

they belong. The light doesn't suit them," Gemma

soft thud, the floral pattern crinkling behind her. A cold sweat br

esting beside her discarded hairbrush. The navy blue case was embossed with a famous jeweler's crest in faded gold

neck, the clasp clicking shut with cold finality. The diamonds settled perfectly over the small mol

the mirror was n

a pre

might as well have been a minefield. She watched the prey she had spent years grooming-years of whispered manipulations and c

cent. She downed the burning alcohol in one continuous swallow, letting it sear her throat and burn

t down an

ngle glance. Not a flicker of recognition. Not a whisper of acknowledgment. She headed straight down the corridor

e grand hall, amplified by speakers hidden in the crown m

nticipation. Glasses cl

d, its brass handle gleaming under the wall sconces.

g to take ev