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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

It's all my fault

"You look crestfallen, Iris. Did anything happen?" Tyler asked when he set eyes on Iris lying on the bed. She tried to make it seem as though everything was okay, but Tyler could tell at a glance that she wasn't ok. Even her smile looked forced. 

"It's nothing, Ty. I'm fine." Iris didn't wish to whine about too many things, and she believed that talking about the situation that bothered her would only make her look like a nagging wife. 

Even though she was hurting, she still had her husband in mind.

"Sweetheart, I know all's not well. You can talk to me, okay? Whatever it is, you know your man is capable." Tyler climbed the bed and scooped Iris into his arms, quietly allowing him to envelop her in his embrace. "You know I don't ever want to see you like this. So, talk to me, okay?" She put on a wry smile, remembering how her husband said he was capable. Iris knew that much, but didn't dwell on how he couldn't solve the problem on her mind.