Reborn Heiress: Escaping My Contract Marriage with the Cold CEO

VANESSA BELMONT

I woke up in my bedroom at the Belmont Estate.

The scent of jasmine from the garden ... blah, blah, blah. Henry using my cheek as his personal pillow ... blah, blah, blah.

What the ever living fuck? Again? AGAIN?

I was re-re-reborn.

I slapped a palm against my forehead.

I didn’t even need to check the date on my phone this time.

Six months until the wedding.

Again.

I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows, staring at the sunlight dappling the ceiling. Fourth time.

The first reset, I’d panicked. The second, I’d plotted. The third, I’d had too much coffee and not enough donuts. Now? Now I was tired. I mean, determined. I was determined. Yeah. That.