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The Heiress Is Back

When the cold metal of the heavy-duty truck knocked her, she surprisingly somersaulted in the air before crashing harshly on the cold and wet floor. Blood oozed from every natural opening in her body, including the artificially created ones, courtesy of the truck. Former heiress, Iris Bowman breathed her last, wishing for nothing but an opportunity to avoid the board meeting that destroyed her entire life. As funny as her wish may sound, the deities answered her prayer, fulfilling her dying wish. Iris was reborn as a vindictive grand witch who wouldn't bat an eyelid when wreaking havoc. How would she mend the broken relationship with her family and avoid her sister's tragic death? Would she save herself from doom in this lifetime? By a cunning design of the heavens, Iris Bowman discovered Tyler Harper, the heavily wounded mafia prince, sitting at the back of her limited-edition Ferrari. When love sparked between the two, would Iris survive in his ruthless world filled with bloodshed, or would it overwhelm her? What if the bloodshed was what the new Iris loved more than anything? Now, her traitor of a fiance wanted her back, but Iris had different plans for him. ******* "Tyler… Tyler… Don't be surprised that I know who you are…Tyler… I promise you… I mean no harm… Please, I need you to calm down and wait for a little while… Please don't die on me, Tyler… I beg you… Spare my sister and I… We cannot stand the wrath of the Harper clan if anything were to happen to you." Iris pleaded dreadfully. “Drive!” It was all the mafia king had to say before he shut his eyes.

call_me_mirror · Urban
Not enough ratings
175 Chs

Holy flames

"How do you feel after serving all those clients, my dear Letty? Do you think you've served your country well?" Letty Langdon was dragged out of bed with so many bite marks, fingernail cuts, and tons of hickeys on her fair skin. To top it all off, her core throbbed like she was sitting on fire. 

She never had to lift a finger to do anything, yet, many men and women fell at her feet, willingly worshipping her for her beauty and status. Now, she was reduced to a plaything at a brothel, and her fiance didn't even contact her. She was anxious, but still chose not to resign herself to whatever situation she was currently in. Help would come, and she would wait for as long as she had to. 

"You answer me when I ask you a question!" The hostess fired at her, making her flinch at her words. However, Letty didn't know what to say.