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Reborn Heiress: Escaping My Contract Marriage with the Cold CEO

Michele_Bardsley
"I DO" → "I DIE." Hours after marrying her longtime crush—icy CEO Nathan Jang—heiress Vanessa Belmont is stabbed, kidnapped, and left to bleed out in a wrecked car. The final insult? Watching Nathan rescue his precious childhood sweetheart (*cough* Vanessa’s killer *cough*) instead of his actual wife. So yeah. Worst. Wedding. Night. EVER. FATE REWINDS Reborn six months before her murder, Vanessa upgrades her life with new rules: * Ditch the doormat era. (Badass mode: activated.) * Live for herself. (And okay, fine—revenge.) * Avoid Nathan like he’s the reason she died. (Oh, wait…) TOO BAD NATHAN 2.0 IS OBSESSED Now he’s everywhere—lingering touches, midnight texts, and panty-melting kisses. Not to mention his hungry gaze—like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and he's starving. VANESSA'S SECOND CHANCE PLAN 1. Don’t die. (Again.) 2. Don’t fall for Nathan. (Too late.) 3. Eat more carbs. (Donuts!) As for Nathan? She’ll forgive him when hell freezes over. Or when he takes off his shirt. Whichever comes first. ***|***|*** Thank you for checking out my story! I appreciate your support while I was playing in the Web Novel sandbox, but now I'm off to other adventures on a different platform. If you want to hang out with me outside of Web Novel, please visit my website: https://www.michelebardsley.com
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