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

Hubby, Please Don't Divorce Me

"Aaahh!!" Iris sat back in her chair and tried to control her laboured breathing. She realized the mere act of breathing became so painful that she was beginning to wonder if she was poisoned or something.

The most shocking aspect was that she couldn't get any negative thoughts from the two people in the room. Even Mrs Capsian who longed to watch her dead didn't know what was going on. She was stupified. In her world, they usually killed people without leaving any evidence. She wouldn't be so bold to kill Iris so openly.

'What's happening to you?' Mrs Capsian thought agitatedly.

'What's going on?' The server's thoughts also registered in Iris' mind.

"Get the ambulance. The ladyboss is sick." The server spoke into her phone, addressing the head of security in a tense voice.

"Madam, Please calm down. Help is on the way." The server assured her. Iris' bodyguard barged into the room within seconds and scooped her into his arms in bridal style.

What happened to Iris?