Semua Bab REBORN IN VENGEANCE, REWRITTEN IN LOVE: Bab 1 - Bab 6

I used to believe in fairy tales. Not the kind with dragons in suits, but the kind where a lonely heiress meets a charming stranger at a charity event, where best friends joke over champagne and swear loyalty forever, where fathers remember birthdays and mothers don't die in car crashes. I was wrong. Let me start at the beginning, the real beginning. I met Liam Blackwood on a rainy Tuesday. He was standing in my father's office, his sandy-blond hair shinning in the afternoon light, his laugh warm enough to melt the frost Richard Hart kept around his heart. "You must be Elena," he said, turning those steel gray eyes on me. "Your dad talks about you nonstop." Liar. My father hadn't said a word to me in weeks. But Liam made it easy to pretend. He would bring me warm coffee every morning, he knew all my favorite bedtime stories by heart, and laughed at my silliest jokes. Then one day he kissed me for the first time under the cherry tree in Hart Gardens, I felt like the heroine of o

The last thing Elena remembered was the cold. The wind whooshed loudly in her ears as she tumbled down. Below her, the city lights looked like sparkly gold and red ribbons, all faintly like when you rub your eyes too hard. She didn't even have time to yell "Oh no!" before... THUD! She landed on the hard ground. Her nightgown flapped around her, like a kite that couldn't fly anymore. Her mouth felt yucky, like she had licked salt. And far, far above, she heard his voice, tiny and it echoed, calling from the very top of the building. "Goodbye, little songbird." Liam. Her husband. Her killer. Elena flew awake, gasping. Her hands flew to her throat, clawing at skin that wasn't broken. No blood. No shattered bones. Everything was quiet... except for the sound of the old air conditioner (like a cat snoring in the corner!). And if you sniffed really hard the room smelled like someone just washed them with soap that smells like purple flowers. "What...?" She sat up, trembling. Sunli

The campus auditorium buzzed with the kind of energy only free pizza could create. Elena stayed around the back, her hoodie pulled low. The event was a lecture on "Ethical Leadership" hosted by Hart Industries, a joke, considering what she knew. But she had come for one reason, which was Liam. Jess elbowed her. "Why are we here again? You hate business stuff." "Research," Elena muttered, her eyes scanning the crowd. "On what? How to bore people to death?" Then a flash of navy silk near the stage caught Elena's eye. Liam stood adjusting his blue tie with silver stripes while chatting with a professor. Elena's chest tightened. He looked exactly as he was the day they had first met: polished smile, perfectly clean hair, and that tie. The tie he had later use to strangle her trust. "I will be right back," Elena said, slipping away. She ducked behind a curtain, her heart pounding. Her backpack held two "weapons": a cup of coffee and a thumb drive she had programmed that morning. The