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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

"Uncle Caleb, how do you feel now?" Iris asked in a worried voice when she noticed how her uncle lay on the bed with various equipment connected to his body. Luckily for them, he wasn't dying just yet, and the machines were to monitor his various organs.

"I feel great, little one. No need to worry about a thing." He forced out the words guiltily but had no plans of worrying Iris with his problems. He wanted her to clear her mind, so she'd feel less guilty about everything she did to them. He also didn't wish for her to feel guilty about his sickness anymore. After all, he had someone to thank for staying alive for this long.

"Are you sure?" Iris drawled out as if she couldn't feel her uncle's pains or read his thoughts. She played along and smiled amiably, allowing him to believe that she bought his lies. However, before Iris could say anything further, Rachel walked in with a serious expression.

Cancer drug experiment