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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.

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Stabbed with an enchanted knife

"Are those tears I see falling from your eyes? Awwwwww! So you can really cry? You can freaking cry? You're shedding tears for this woman, huh? What's even so special about this pretty face? Alaric, you love her so much, don't you?" 

As those words fell, Minerva trailed the knife from Iris' left cheek and moved to the right. Tyler was devastated, hoping with everything within him that Iris should still be in there somewhere just by the slimmest of chances.

Warm blood trailed down from both cheeks, as Iris' petite face was covered in nothing but blood. The cut was quite deep, and blood trailed down her cheeks till it got to her jaw and dripped onto her clothes. The trail of blood then disappeared.

A loose white gown rested on Iris' body, as she was prepared as the perfect sacrifice for Minerva. She was supposed to look pure and untainted for Minerva to claim her body, so only white was supposed to cover her from head to toe.