Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride

Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.

She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.

Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.

They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.

The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.

She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.

She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.

Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.

Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?

But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.

Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.

The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.

Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.

This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.