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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

Hubby, Please Don't Divorce Me

"Don't you dare call me Dad. You do not look or act like anyone in my family" Row Capsian fired spitefully.

"She looks like my distant aunt." His wife's voice interrupted him.

"Your distant aunt, huh? That's fair enough. But why haven't I met this distant aunt of yours? After all, my stupid daughter is a spitting image of her. Shouldn't she meet the only person who looks like her? Or, is she also stupid?"

Row Capsian fired angrily, not bothering to give either his wife or daughter any face. His thoughts were scattered, and he didn't bother about how they'd feel.

He was pissed about how he carelessly riled up the old man Hollard, stole his land, and didn't even care about helping him at all. He only used the old man's situation to scam him of property almost in the billions. The value increased everyday, and he knew the land was a great asset.

I'm not Penelope Capsian