Reborn Bride: The Billionaire’s Dangerous Lover

"Ariana Stevens, why don't you just die!"

"Good for nothing! You are just a dog for the dog for the Stevens family!"

The insults echoed around her as the girl with gentle features lay on the hotel bed, struggling against the pain in her body. Without hesitation, she cut into her own wrist....

This world was terrifying, and she simply could not bear it anymore.

Mom, I can't hold on any longer....

At eight o'clock in the evening, at the Diamond Hotel.

Claire Summer opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar room and cursed, "No way, this is too much of a plot twist!"

Plot twist? Nah, to be a lot more precise, she had been reborn.

Once the top assassin of the Jeju Island "Claire Summer", she had failed a S-level mission, and confidential information had been leaked .

What awaited her should have been a heavy sentence, but the next moment, her heart seized and she woke up in this strange bed.

Claire pushed herself up, feeling a sharp pain in her wrist, she tore a strip from the bedsheet and wrapped it around her wrist. Cutting her wrist, losing blood, locked in a room, and unharmed save the small fruit knife lying around the bed. Her limbs felt weak and the heat in the room was stiffling. If she still didn't realise what was going on she'd be a fool.

Outside a greasy laugh echoed..... Claire's expression darkened. She needed to get out of this place of trouble quickly.

There was no way to go through the door, but out of the corner of her eye, Claire spotted the open window....

With practiced speed, she twisted the bedsheets into a rope and climbed down from the twenty-second floor, successfully swinging into the bedroom of the twenty-first floor.

In the living room outside, Jasper Hart was on the phone threatening the person on the other end. "Damien Hart, I am giving you one last chance to open the door, if you don't, I swear I will skin you alive."

Damien Hart trembled on the other end. "Bro, it's not that I don't want to open it. If I do, Mom will skin me alive!"

Before Jasper could respond, a cheerful female voice chimed in on the line. "Sweet son, listen to your mother. I've had someone check your fortune, and your romantic luck is right here. Just stay inside quietly for one night, and I'll let you out tomorrow!"

Jasper felt a headache coming on. "Mom, can romancereally just appear out of thin air?

Forcing me to get married isnt't going to work like this. Wait, you're not planning to stuff someone into my room again are you? Mom! Mom!"

But the call had already ended, leaving Jasper to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. What was this nonsense about romantic luck and fortune-telling? Who believed in that anymore?

He tossed his phone aside and casually tugged at his tie, the disheveled collar only enhancing his striking good looks.

As he pushed open the bedroom door, the sight inside made his deep-set eyes freeze like ice.

On his bedroom floor sat a woman dressed in barely nothing, her long, blonde hair covering most of her body, revealing only a pair of delicate snow-white legs.

She was holding her forehead and muttering, "what the hell is this fate?!"

Hearing the door open, the woman looked up, meeting Jasper Hart's scrutinizing gaze.

Her gaze unintentionally drifted to the loosened collar of the man in front of her, and she gasped in surprise. This was like throwing a juicy bone to a hungry wolf!

Claire Summer chuckled awkwardly and then asked tentatively, "what if I said I accidentally walked into the wrong room, would you believe me?"

Jasper Hart simply stared at her speechless.

Claire got up from the floor, realizing her pyjamas covered the top but not the buttom. Under Jasper Hart's piercing gaze, she felt incredibly flustered and embarassed and decided to just pull the covers over herself and dive into the bed.

Once she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, she took a deep breath and said, "hey there handsome, I really did walk in by mistake. Could you please open the door for me? If you're willing to lend me some normal clothes, I promise I'll repay you someday."

Jasper Hart parted his lips slightly and replied with two words: "No way".

Claire scratched her head and tentatively asked,"um..... how about you lend me your jacket to cover up? I'll make sure I return it!"

Jasper paused for a moment and then, almost against his better judgement, tossed his jacket to Claire. She quickly put it on and couldn't help but think how ridiculously oversized it was on her petite frame.

Claire hopped out of bed and rushed to the door, thinking she was almost free! she pressed the handle butv the door didn't budge. She pressed again, and still, it remained stubbornly shut.

"The door's locked, You can't open it," Jasper said, leaning against the door and eyeing her flushed cheeks with a hint of admiration. "So you must be the peach blossom my mom sent me?"

Although his mom was often scatterbrained and unreliable, she has a strong sense of aesthetics.

Claire blinked in confusion. "Me? A peach blossom? No way, most people just call me a man-eating flower."

Jasper was left speechless.

In a similar situation, both locked up in a hotel room, Claire Summer cautiously asked, "You're not in the same boat as me are you?"

Jasper Hart paused, confused.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing the woman fanning herself with her hands he suddenly realized what was going on.

Damien Hart dared? If he went out he would end up dead!

If that were the case, it wouldn"t be their mother or Damien Hart behind this, they wouldn't be so deranged to use such a method to send a woman.

Claire Summer paced anxiously in the living room, glancing up at Jasper Hart, who leaned against the bedroom door watching her. The man was tall and striking, with chiseled features that were hard to ignore.

Claire swallowed hard and said with a hint of threat in her voice, "stay away from me. I might losen control, and if that happens, I won't be responsible. But if you try anything funny, I swear I'll take you down!"

Jasper Hart couldn't help but chuckle; it was the first time someone dared to speak to him like that, especially a woman who had been wronged.

Was he being rejected now?

Claire felt like she was about to explode from the heat, she dashed out from the living room into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the cool water cascade over her head bringing her some clarity.

The water mixed with blood on her wrist, and Jasper Hart frowned as he approached her.

"How did you get blood on you....?

But to his surprise, as he got closer, Claire raised her hand and aimed for his neck. Jasper Hart quickly blocked her attack, and Claire shot him a cold look. "I told you, don't try anything with me!"

Her movements were swift and decisive, her gaze sharp and fierce, completely unlike those delicate debutantes. She was vibrant and striking, hitting a chord in Jasper Hart's heart that has been dormant for years.

With one arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled her closer, looking straight into her eyes suddenly intrigued You don't seem very intimidating like this. what if i do?"