Reborn As Phoenix: The Fake Wife's Revenge

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just a disposable plaything

coldness and control, believing

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Evans stepped out, his shoulders slumped with a weariness that went deeper than a long shift. He pulled his mask down,

to miss another month of school, the look neighbors gave us when another ambulan

"His heart is failing. The equipment w

a ghost tangled in a web of tubes and wires. On the monitor beside his bed, the numbers flashed, a fr

as a dry rasp, like sandpaper. "You

all too well. "The nearest hospitals with an available machine are f

t the cold wall, the scent of antiseptic flooding

red, more to myself than to him. "My hu

as still there. "They would need to be here imme

rd hit me like

my palms, the small, sharp pain a welcome anchor in the swirlin

aid, my voice surprisingl

The door hissed shut, sealing Luca in one world, and leaving me alone in another. The onl

op. The wallpaper was a photo of Luca and me from last summer. He was laughing, he

n and went to my contacts. The name at the v

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s my family, Elara. I'll get Luca the best treatment in the world. You'll never have to worry about anything again."* That promise, th

in my mind, the dark, intense eyes that had promised me

of my chest. He was Dante Volkov. A king in a city of wolves.

hat. It was the on

on, hesitating. What was I afraid of? Th

d that if he, my rock, my savior, let me down, there would be n

p and frantic, nothing like the steady beep

red. My thumb slamme

c pulse echoing in the empty corrid