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HEIRESS REBORN: MARRYING HER EX-FIANCÉ

‘’Let me tell you something honey, Revenge is the best dish served cold.’’ **** To her, betrayal was the most excruciating pain in the world—the kind that pierced her soul. The people she had loved with her entire heart had not only failed her, but ruthlessly deceived her. "How could you?" she had once cried, her voice shaking as she stared at the man she had chased like a madwoman. But he had already cheated on her—expecting a child with the very woman she despised with every fiber of her being. Her so-called ‘’family " was no better. The relatives she thought she could trust? They only wanted the inheritance meant for her and her little brother. The people who once smiled sweetly and flattered her? They were nowhere to be found when her glamorous and envious life crumbled to nothing. "I thought you all cared about me..." she whispered bitterly, watching as one by one, they all turned their backs on her when she needed them the most. In that devastating moment, everything became painfully clear. The bubble she had lived in popped and she finally saw their true faces. But....it was too late. Everything she had was gone, slipping through her fingers like sand in the wind. Except for him. Her former fiancé, the one man she had tried to ruin with every scheme she had planned, remained by her side until the end. He stood by her, even as she took her final breath. She had accepted her tragic fate—until something phenomenal happened. She woke up once again. Back to the past. Where nothing had happened yet.

Sowunmi16 · Urban
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67 Chs

An Unexpected face (2)

"....." Freya neither confirmed nor denied, her expression calm and unreadable. She only raised her gaze to Arabella, who obviously came with ill intentions.

"At least you're aware of your shortcomings,'' Arabella scoffed lightly.

Freya remained unperturbed, letting the jab roll off her. Arabella could interpret her silence however she pleased. She had no interest in making her intentions blatantly obvious, like Arabella and many other young misses vying for favor with the Kratos family.

To her, an easy and predictable woman would quickly become dull in the ever-changing preferences of powerful men.

"Do you believe in the rumors as well?" Freya asked shortly after, her tone calm but probing.

This wasn't her first time of hearing such rumors. When they first came out, she had brought them up to her grandmother, who later assured her that they were not likely to be true.

Perhaps someone had intentions of spreading them.