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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

"Klaus, my dear brother. I didn't expect you to be the brain behind all this chaos."

The supreme master already responded to Tyler's enquiry before coming back to his senses. He felt angry and bitter to be charmed by Tyler after so many years of trying to surpass everything his brother stood for. However, when they finally met face to face, Tyler only used a few words to tell him they were worlds apart - again.

"You would be mistaken to think I'm alone." The supreme master forced out the words, thinking he had caught Tyler off-guard.

"Oh, you mean, Minerva?" Tyler's nonchalant attitude caused his heart to miss a few beats, and he calmed himself down with all the self control he could muster. There was no way for his brother to know he was scared, or so he thought.

Your breath stinks