Reborn To Save My Coldhearted Billionaire Fiancé

neral was

ies choking the air in the opulent Los Angeles funeral home. She floated abov

child star now dabbed their eyes with silk handkerchiefs. Studio executives who had b

es. All

in her soul, the only thing

She was draped over the mahogany casket, her shoulders sh

ce a perfect symphony of heart

wd. Chloe drifted closer, reaching out a tr

passed rig

r her again. She was dead. Gone. A whisp

condolences to Sabrina. When the last person had left, and the

's sobs

tan

rom her face like wax. She wiped a single, perfect tear from her

of pure, unadul

down close to the glass panel of the ca

that only Chloe's soul could hear. "Everything that was yours, C

om seemed to crys

Did you really think that acid splash was an accident? I paid the crew member, you k

sound. "Pushing you was the e

ury. She lunged at Sabrina, again and again, her ghostly form passing through th

doors burst open wi

his presence sucking all the warmth from the room. His tailor

ture in the room dropped another twenty degrees. It wasn't a look of anger.

voice dangerously calm, to the

loor in front of Sabrina. The screen lit up, showing a grainy security footage still. A timestamp in the

s face w

ward. His voice was devoid of all emotion. "But my people foun

pecially when we showed her the wire transfer records. It seems she recor

o her, who she thought was only with her for a business arrangement? He had done th

ards seized her by the arms, dragging her o

didn't understand, C

her down to a dark, damp basement beneath the f

ng one leg over the other. He gestured to one of hi

ry step of Sabrina's plot. How she'd bribed the doctor for the wrong prescription after the acid attack,

mask of disbelief and terro

ut a small, gleaming scalpel. He clicked it open. Then, with the ca

cheek with the blade, a perfect mirror

cream was b

pression ne

thought was a monster of indifference. But he was a monster of a

an stood up, wiping the blade clean on a cloth, and

k to the empt

er casket, his confident stride gone, replace

the outline of her face on the photograph

racking, raw with a pain that ripped t

a simple, elegant diamond ring. The one he was supposed to give her next week, when he

. Instead, he slipped the ring onto his

ainst the cold glass of the casket,

loved her. He had loved her all along, and she h

ce. "A world without you," he said sof

acket again. This tim

as a

old, black meta

a silent, desperate

him, a useless, spect

g gunshot echoed t

land beside her casket. His blood, a shocking, vib

complete. His

ataclysm that tore her essence apart. A powerful, unseen vor