The Reborn Heiress's Vow Of Vengeance

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The clerk handed me the pen to sign my marriage certificate. But as the gold nib hovered over the paper, a brutal reality tore through my mind. I remembered how my life ended. My perfect fiancé, Blaine, and my best friend, Jazmin, had murdered me. In a cold hospital room, Blaine's hands—the same ones now resting on my back—had twisted my ventilator tube, suffocating me. Jazmin had stood beside him, smiling like a razor cut, mocking how much I loved him. They were just waiting for me to die so they could swallow my family's three hundred million dollar fortune and steal the tech company I built from scratch. I had adored him for three years, only to die with my lungs burning and my vision fading to black, betrayed by the two people I trusted most. Why was I so blind to their greed? Opening my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital bed. I was back at City Hall, and Blaine was looking at me with that perfectly loving, fake smile. I dropped the pen and knocked my chair over. "Don't touch me!" I screamed, fleeing into the Manhattan traffic. When a billionaire's luxury car hit me on the street, I didn't panic. I saw my perfect alibi. Lying in the VIP hospital ward, surrounded by my powerful family, I looked at Blaine's desperate face and put on the performance of a lifetime. "I don't know you," I whispered, shrinking away in fake terror. In my last life, I was their prey. This time, playing the amnesiac victim, I am going to destroy them.