Rebirth Of The Wronged Bride

SABRINA “Rory, help her with the candle,” Clarissa said.“What for? What are you going to do with that?” I asked, stepping backward.“To burn your skin. I don’t want to see that mark on your shoulder.” Clarissa said it like she was talking about wiping dirt off a table.“No, Mom—let’s not burn it yet. Let me take a picture of it first so I can get the same one. Matching birthmarks could work, right?”I let out a humorless laugh. “You really think a fake tattoo will fool a billionaire? This is a birthmark. Yours will look like a cheap copy, just like everything else about you.”Rory’s eyes flashed with rage. “Shut up!”Clarissa reached for the candle again. “We don’t have time for this. Hold her still. We’re doing it now.”“You’re sick.” My voice was shaking, not from fear—but fury. “You’re really going to burn me? Over a man you’ve never even met?”Clarissa didn’t blink. “He’s not just a man. He’s power. And I won’t let you ruin this for us.”She lunged forward, candle in hand, but I

The phone rang.A sharp ringtone sliced through the tension just as the security guard crouched to lift the bloodstained blanket. He flinched, hand snapping to his earpiece.“Yeah?” he said, straightening.Clarissa froze. Rory held her breath.Beneath the bundle—bleeding, broken, but still conscious—Sabrina heard everything. The voices. The panic. The lie.The call that interrupted her rescue.“Copy that,” the guard muttered before hanging up. He didn’t lift the blanket. Didn’t look again. “Let’s go.”He returned to the driver’s seat, staring ahead, never glancing back.Sabrina stayed limp. The pain was unbearable, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t. She had to wait.The car drove through winding roads and dense woodland until it stopped beside a thick stretch of bush.“Help us get her out,” Clarissa ordered.The guard didn’t budge. “Not part of the deal. I’m the driver—you said this was private.”Rory pinched her mother’s arm. “Why would you ask him that? Are you trying to get us kill

SABRINAThen my phone rang.“You are very bold,” a deep voice broke out.I smirked, lowering my voice. “And all thanks to you.”“So what’s your next plan?” she asked — calm, sharp, like she already knew the answer.I let out a slow breath, keeping my tone even. “I don’t know. Maybe stay longer, take back my place. I can’t let my stepsister get away with this.”“You could just seduce him,” she said lightly, almost teasing. “You’re bold, intelligent. It wouldn’t be difficult for you.”My jaw tightened. “That’s not the kind of control I want.”There was a small pause on the other end, then her voice softened. “Still, you’ll need to get close to him. Closer than you are now.”I closed my eyes. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”“I have a meeting with him tomorrow,” she said. “Do your best to attend. Show up like you belong there. The rest — leave to me.”“I’m only a maid here,” I said. “You think he’ll let me walk into a meeting like that?”“Well,” she replied, her tone turning fa

SABRINAHe turned his gaze to me. His voice was steady, but his eyes—those cold, unreadable eyes—held something that almost burned.“I will send Mr. Robert to drive you back to the house in a few hours,” he said. “I’m sure Katerina will have given you the dress you wanted. You’ll resume tomorrow morning. And mind you—” his tone dipped, firm and final, “—we’ll always leave together. Now that you’ve been given this position, I hope you’ll cherish it. Because this isn’t just a promotion, Miss Aurora… it’s leadership. You’ll be leading the company’s image. Don’t take it lightly.”I smiled faintly, the kind that could be mistaken for humility—but wasn’t. “I understand, Mr. George.”He nodded once and turned away, his cologne lingering in the air like power itself.As we walked down the hallway, Katerina’s heels clicked ahead of me, sharp and impatient. She didn’t look back, didn’t speak. I could almost feel her resentment spilling from every perfect strand of her glossy hair.“Here we are,