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Reborn to Claim Her: The Heir's Revenge  Novel Cover

Reborn to Claim Her: The Heir's Revenge

Louis Verran clawed his way from nothing to a 350 billion dollar empire, but his true motive is far more personal. When Blossom, the woman he has loved in silence, is hospitalized after a devastating fire, he discovers she is bruised, pregnant, and trapped in a marriage to his stepbrother Elijah. Once a distant observer, Louis is now reborn with memories of betrayal and death. He will shatter every rule to protect her, even if it ignites a war inside the Verran household. As secrets surface, obsession becomes action and jealousy turns violent. In a world of billion dollar power and stolen trust, Louis must decide whether to save Blossom or destroy everyone in his way.
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Chapter 2

The engine roared as I pressed the accelerator down on the empty race track.

I kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, my eyes locked on the long stretch of asphalt ahead. The new Verran Quantum car was sleek, fast and of course, beautiful.

120 km/h... 160... 200.

"Don't push it too far on the first run," My secretary's voice came through my Bluetooth earpiece.

I kept my focus forward.

"I need to know what it can do," I said, pressing down on the accelerator.

Ahead, I saw a sharp turn coming.

I adjusted my grip and entered the turn at high speed.

The tires screeched against the asphalt as I gripped the steering wheel, taking control of the turn. Once I was done, my secretary's voice rang again.

"You never listen," she said.

"I do," I replied. "I just don't take orders from my secretary, Helen."

The road straightened again. Pressing the accelerator once more toward the final stretch, I headed for the finish line.

Finally, I stepped down and took off my helmet.

"The engine still needs to be worked on. Tell the engineers about what needs to be fixed and have them do it. I've sent a voice note to your email." I said, watching Helen nod before looking down at my wristwatch.

My eyes widened slightly.

6:30 pm.

I turned and started walking toward the building.

Helen hurried after me like she still had something to say, but before she could speak, my phone rang.

I looked at the screen. For a moment, I almost ignored it.

Then I stopped.

Lyra.

"You finally picked up. I thought you wouldn't, considering I've been calling you nonstop for five days," Lyra said. Her voice was firm, the same strong tone I remembered.

We had both been reborn.

We had both died at the hands of people we trusted the most.

And now, we had a second chance to fix everything.

"You promised you'd come to Sophia's three-year birthday party. How could you forget that? You didn't even send a gift. She is going to be so mad at you." she continued.

I reached my car and opened the door. The system lifted it upward, giving me space to get in.

"I'm so sorry. I know I promised but...today is the day Elijah brings Blossom back as his fiancee. I need to stop their wedding." I said as I fastened my seatbelt and started the engine. "It's the only way to save her."

There was a brief pause on the line.

"You still haven't forgotten her," Lyra said quietly.

"Never." I answered back before stepping on the accelerator. "I'll find a chance to make it up to Sophia so..don't worry. Take care."

" Be careful." Lyra said and I nodded even though I couldn't see her.

The line went off.

A pang of guilt came over me as I reached up to my ear to pull my Bluetooth out.

Sophia was my goddaughter and she was a damn pretty angel.

"I'll make it up to her," I repeated again as if I was implanting it.

The drive was a long one but soon I reached the gates of the mansion. I stayed still waiting as the house's system scanned my car and recognised my face.

Once it was done, the gate pulled open.

I drove in without hesitation and brought the car to a smooth stop in front of the main entrance. The engine went silent, but my thoughts did not. For a brief moment, I remained seated, my fingers resting on the steering wheel as I steadied my breathing.

This was it.

If I couldn't save her this time, everything would have been in vain.

I stepped out of the car and walked toward the door with firm, controlled strides. The staff at the entrance greeted me but I barely acknowledged them as I pushed the door open and walked inside.

My eyes scanned the living room.

It was empty.

Relief hit me at once, easing the tightness in my chest. Letting out a quiet sigh, I closed my eyes.

"Thank God she isn't here yet," I muttered, my voice low.

I didn't linger. I turned and went straight to my room, pushing the door open before stepping inside and shutting it behind me. The moment I looked around, a familiar unease crept in. Everything was exactly where it used to be yet it made my skin crawl.

I pulled my clothes off in a hurry and headed straight for the bathroom, my mind already racing ahead of me. I needed to be quick. Every second mattered, and I couldn't afford to waste any.

My hand reached for the handle. I pushed the door open without thinking and walked in.

A girl was inside.

Water ran down her body in thin lines, tracing her back before falling to the floor. Her long hair was soaked, clinging to her shoulders as drops slid from the ends. She stood there, completely unaware I was right behind her.

For a second, I couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

I just stared at her, watching as her tanned hands moved across her body.

Just then, she turned and tried to reach for more soap. My hand instinctively reached out and touched hers.

She turned fully to face me and our eyes met.

It was her.

The woman I've been searching for.

"Who are you?" Blossom yelled angrily.

My eyes darted to my room door.

" I said who are you?" Blossom asked again, grabbing the towel when all of a sudden she slipped.

Instinctively, I reached out trying to catch her but my legs gave out as I slipped too falling to the ground.

My back hit the ground with a loud thud, knocking the air out of my lungs. For a second, my vision blurred, the ceiling spinning above me.

But I barely felt it.

Because she had fallen right on top of me.

Blossom froze the moment she landed, her breasts pressed against mine as water dripped on me.

We were too close.

And I couldn't stop my body from responding.

Blossom's eyes widened as she felt it. "You pervert!"

Seeing her cute angry gaze was the best thing ever. I'd loved her for two lifetimes, of course I couldn't control myself.

" Blossom?" Elijah's voice echoed as he opened my bedroom door, catching us off guard.

Blossom's eyes widened.

"Blossom, are you here?" his voice echoed again.

A smile formed on my lips as I watched her panic silently. Her hand rested on my mouth, stopping me from talking.

I pretended to be stunned, pulling her hand away.

" So you're the infamous Blossom Hartford?" I asked, smirking at her. "Nice to meet you. I'm Louis Verran."

"Shush!" she signaled as the footsteps came closer.

My smile widened as I realised Elijah could catch us together. If that happened, maybe he would call off the wedding.

"Sweetheart?" Elijah called out once more as his hand wrapped around the bathroom doorknob.

Blossom froze.

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