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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

"What is it, Iris? Fill me in. Don't keep me in suspense like this." Cyrina grabbed Iris' arm with just the right amount of strength, forgetting that she was angry with her a few minutes ago. 

Iris' smirk made her aware that the young lady knew something about the challenge Infinity Meds was going through at the moment, but she was keeping it from her.

"Calm down, Cyrina. Why do you like to gossip so much?" Iris taunted Cyrina, hoping to tease her further, but when she saw the impatience in her gaze, she concurred.

"Fine. Let's head home while we talk about this." She tapped Cyrina's hand gently, assuring her that they would talk while on their way.

"Hector, have the meals been loaded into the van?" When she asked this, Hector bobbed his head up and down before responding,

"Yes, boss. Everything is in the van."

A storm is coming