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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

Cyrina sat at her office desk looking absent-minded. The situation at hand was keeping her worried, and as much as she tried to encourage herself, she still felt something was probably going wrong somewhere at the moment.

Cyrina wished she could call Iris and ask her how far things were going, but she knew better than to interfere with whatever her boss was doing.

Then again, she couldn't speak to Tim Foreman about her fears, as there was no such relationship between them. Whatever Cyrina had with the young man was professional at best.

Suddenly, the carefree face of a certain someone flashed past her mind, and she wondered how he was doing all these while. Unlike before, she didn't dismiss his face with a mere chuckle. She actually thought about how he was doing amidst all the chaos in his family.

Where to look