call_me_mirror

When the cold metal of the heavy-duty truck knocked her, she surprisingly somersaulted in the air before crashing harshly on the cold and wet floor. Blood oozed from every natural opening in her body, including the artificially created ones, courtesy of the truck.

Former heiress, Iris Bowman breathed her last, wishing for nothing but an opportunity to avoid the board meeting that destroyed her entire life. As funny as her wish may sound, the deities answered her prayer, fulfilling her dying wish. 

Iris was reborn as a vindictive grand witch who wouldn't bat an eyelid when wreaking havoc.

How would she mend the broken relationship with her family and avoid her sister's tragic death? Would she save herself from doom in this lifetime?

By a cunning design of the heavens, Iris Bowman discovered Tyler Harper, the heavily wounded mafia prince, sitting at the back of her limited-edition Ferrari. 

When love sparked between the two, would Iris survive in his ruthless world filled with bloodshed, or would it overwhelm her? What if the bloodshed was what the new Iris loved more than anything? 

Now, her traitor of a fiance wanted her back, but Iris had different plans for him.
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"Tyler… Tyler… Don't be surprised that I know who you are…Tyler… I promise you… I mean no harm… Please, I need you to calm down and wait for a little while… Please don't die on me, Tyler… I beg you… Spare my sister and I… We cannot stand the wrath of the Harper clan if anything were to happen to you." Iris pleaded dreadfully.

“Drive!” 
It was all the mafia king had to say before he shut his eyes.

The Heiress Is Back

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"Prison would look so good on you, Malcolm. Don't you think so?"

Malcolm was startled by the creepy voice of Iris Bowman, who stared at him as if she could tear him to shreds. Apart from her face, everything else about her looked so unfamiliar to him.

"Ghost!!! Gh… Ghost… Stay away. Stay away from me. Ghost!!!" Malcolm shrieked as soon as he saw Iris pop up before him. He was sure with everything within him that Iris was dead. There was no way she would be alive after everything they did.

"Playing the retard card, huh? I admire your foolishness. If only you were this smart with your pathetic life, maybe you would have been something better than the scum that you are."

His eyes flew wide open at those taunting words, and he dropped his hand from his face.

"You really are alive, Iris." He still tried to be certain that he wasn't seeing things.

The chase