The Rebirth of My Dead Billionaire Wife
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When Tori Kane awakens in the hospital after a suspicious accident, she discovers she's been given a second chance at life - with all her memories intact. A several weeks ago, she was betrayed and almost killed by her husband, billionaire CEO Damian Blackwood and his mistress - her adopted sister Selena, who orchestrated her downfall and seized control of her family's company. Now, with new allies and shocking information left by her late grandmother, Tori crafts an intricate plan for revenge. But as she infiltrates her old life under a new identity, she uncovers darker secrets that challenge everything she thought she knew about her family's legacy and her own past.
Chapter 1
Jun 5, 2025
The silk sheets whispered against Tori's skin as Damian's hands tightened around her throat, each finger a familiar brand of betrayal. Her vision blurred at the edges, but her mind remained crystalline in its clarity, cataloging every excruciating detail of this moment. The master bedroom, their sanctuary of passion for three years, now felt like a mausoleum of broken promises and shattered dreams.
The moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast Damian's face in sharp relief, highlighting the cruel twist of his lips – lips that had whispered endless promises of love and devotion against her skin just nights ago. His steel-gray eyes, once warm with apparent affection, now held nothing but calculated coldness, like the metallic glint of a blade before the killing stroke.
"You really shouldn't have gone digging, darling," he whispered, his cultured voice at odds with the brutality of his actions. His perfectly tailored Armani suit – her anniversary gift to him last month – didn't even wrinkle as he applied more pressure. "Some doors are better left closed. You were always too curious for your own good."
Tori clawed desperately at his hands, her perfectly manicured nails leaving angry red crescents in his golden skin. Her lungs screamed for air, and the familiar scent of his sandalwood cologne now suffocated her as surely as his grip. The cruel irony wasn't lost on her – these same hands that now sought to end her life had traced patterns of exquisite pleasure across her body countless times before.
As darkness threatened to overwhelm her, memories of the past few hours flashed through her mind like a corrupted film reel, each frame etched with betrayal and deception.
Six Hours Earlier.
The mahogany desk in her private study felt cold and foreign under her trembling palms as Tori stared down at the scattered documents. Each paper represented another betrayal, another carefully orchestrated deception in what she now realized was an elaborate three-year con. Financial records, email chains, offshore account numbers – a tapestry of treachery woven by the two people she trusted most in the world.
Her third cup of coffee had long since gone cold, forgotten among the damning evidence. The autumn sun cast long shadows across the Persian carpet as she followed the trail of breadcrumbs, each discovery more devastating than the last. Serial numbers led to hidden accounts in the Cayman Islands, signatures matched falsified documents dating back to their engagement, and board meeting dates aligned perfectly with suspicious stock movements.
The systematic dismantling of her family's company – Kane Industries, her grandmother's legacy – had been happening right under her nose while she played the part of devoted wife. Every late-night meeting, every business trip, every tender moment shared between sheets – all carefully calculated steps in an elaborate dance of destruction.
Her hands shook uncontrollably as she opened another email exchange between her husband and Selena. The timestamp showed 3:27 AM last night – while she'd been sleeping peacefully in their bed, unaware of the vipers in her garden:
"Everything's proceeding according to schedule. The board meeting on Thursday will be the final stroke. Once the shares are transferred through the shell companies, there won't be anything left of her precious legacy. Are you sure you can handle your part, darling? Your wife can be… surprisingly resilient when cornered. We can't afford any loose ends this time."
Damian's response made bile rise in her throat: "Don't worry about Tori. She sees what she wants to see. Love has made her blind. Besides, I've had plenty of practice keeping her thoroughly distracted in the bedroom. The little minx never suspects a thing when she's lost in pleasure. It's almost disappointing how easy it's been."
A flash of memory assaulted her – just two nights ago, Damian's hands in her hair, his lips trailing fire down her neck, whispering how much he loved her as he moved inside her. Had he been thinking about to end her even then? Planning it between kisses and caresses?
Transaction records revealed systematic theft through a network of shell companies, corporate espionage conducted through compromised board members, and careful manipulation of stock prices. The company her grandmother had built from nothing was being gutted from within, and she'd been too blinded by love to notice the bleeding.
The sharp click of expensive Ferragamo shoes against hardwood snapped her from her investigation. Damian was home early. Too early. Her heart thundered against her ribs as she quickly gathered the documents, fingers clumsy with panic. Each approaching footstep felt like a countdown to confrontation.
Memories assaulted her in rapid succession – their first meeting at the charity gala three years ago, how his confidence had drawn her in like a moth to flame. He'd approached her at the bar, all dangerous charm and calculated grace, offering her a glass of champagne with those magnetic eyes locked on hers. "To new beginnings," he'd toasted, and she'd fallen into his orbit without resistance.
Their whirlwind romance had been the talk of high society. Weekend trips to Paris, passionate nights in luxury hotels, stolen kisses in corporate elevators. The elaborate wedding at the Kane estate, where Selena had shed tears of joy as her maid of honor. The honeymoon in the Maldives, where he'd made love to her under the stars and promised forever.
Has it all been calculated? Every kiss, every touch, every whispered declaration of love? How long has Selena been plotting with him, laughing behind her back at her naivety? The thought made her stomach roil.
The heavy oak door swung open, and Damian filled the frame with his imposing presence. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his charcoal suit immaculate. He looked every inch the powerful CEO – predatory, controlled, lethal. The sight of him still made her heart race, but now with fear instead of desire.
"Working late, sweetheart?" His voice held that familiar warmth, but now she could hear the iron core beneath that velvet facade. His eyes swept the room, cataloging details with practiced precision.
Tori clutched the documents to her chest, forcing steel into her spine. Three years of deception crystallized into perfect clarity. "How long?"
"Pardon?" His head tilted slightly, but those steel-gray eyes sharpened with dangerous interest. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate care.
"How long have you and Selena been planning this?" She spread the documents across the desk between them like a declaration of war. "Was any of it real, Damian? Or was I just a convenient path to my family's company? A naive little rich girl you could seduce and destroy?"
The transformation was subtle but terrifying. The mask of a devoted husband slipped away like water, replaced by something cold and calculating. She saw his true face for the first time, and it stole her breath.
"I always admired your intelligence, Tori. It's what drew me to you initially." He advanced slowly, like a wolf circling its prey. Each step measured, precisely. "The way your mind works, how quickly you grasp complex concepts. It's quite... arousing, actually." His smile turned predatory. "But you never learned when to stop asking questions."
"I'm calling the police." Her hand reached for her phone, but his movement was lightning-quick.
The impact against the wall knocked the breath from her lungs. His grip was iron around her wrists, his body pressing her back against the expensive wallpaper her grandmother had chosen years ago. The familiar heat of him now felt like flames threatening to consume her.
"The police?" His laugh held no humor, but his eyes burned with dark intensity. "Darling, who do you think will sign off on your accident report tomorrow? Did you really think I'd leave anything to chance?"
Terror clawed up her throat as understanding dawned. This wasn't a spontaneous reaction – this was planned. The realization must have shown in her eyes because his lips curved into a cruel smile. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"Selena sends her love, by the way. She's quite looking forward to consoling me at your funeral. The grieving widower and the supportive sister-in-law – the press will eat it up. Your tragic accident will buy us so much sympathy with the shareholders."
The world spun as he dragged her toward their bedroom – their bed, where she'd given herself to him countless times. Each step felt like a march toward execution, the plush carpet muffling her struggles like the grave itself. Her mind raced through escape scenarios, but his grip was unbreakable.
His hands around her throat brought her back to the present moment. Black spots danced in her vision as his fingers squeezed tighter. Their wedding photo watched from the nightstand – her smiling face a testament to her own naivety, his practiced loving gaze now revealed as the perfect lie.
With the last of her strength, Tori met his gaze. If these were to be her final moments, she wouldn't close her eyes. She wanted him to remember this – to remember her face when the masks fell away and truth stood naked between them. To carry this moment with him when he lay with Selena in this same bed, when he ran her company into the ground, when he thought he'd won.
Her lips moved, forming words even as consciousness began to fade. She saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes as he leaned closer to hear her whisper, but then not any sound came from Tori’s lips.
The darkness took her then, but something deep inside – something forged in betrayal and tempered by rage – refused to die. As consciousness slipped away, a final thought crystallized in her mind: "I'll make them pay... all of them."
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