Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 387: An Unexpected Demise

Chapter 387: An Unexpected Demise

"If I were you, I would stay as far away as possible, completely sever ties with Mrs. Miller, and prove with your actions that you won’t reveal that scandal. As for me, I have no interest in exposing your identity," Ella said, her gaze cold and piercing.

"Eric has already sent off samples for a DNA test between you and Kevin. It won’t take long to confirm the results... I’m only doing this to verify my suspicions. If I’m right, then I hope you’ll disappear and live your life in peace. You’ve worked so hard to become an award-winning actress, breaking records in Country W. Ms. Fox, are you really willing to throw away your bright future over past grievances? Do you truly believe that revenge is more important than everything you’ve achieved?"

Ella’s voice was slow and deliberate, each word striking deeper into Tiffany’s heart, chilling her to the core.

She knew. Ella knew everything.

But Ella wasn’t wrong. That psychopathic killer might already have her in his sights.

Tiffany needed to flee, to vanish. The hardships she had endured these past few years were unimaginable for most. She had clawed her way to the top, becoming a beloved global star. If her identity were exposed—or worse, if she were killed—everything would be gone in an instant.

"Shut up! Stop it, don’t say another word! You’re not allowed to reveal this secret!" Tiffany gasped, her voice trembling. "If you do, I’ll never forgive you, even in death!"

Breathing heavily, she glared at Ella. She couldn’t imagine losing the identity she had so painstakingly built. If anyone uncovered the truth, the skeletons in her closet would be dragged out for the world to see.

She couldn’t lose her fans’ love. She wouldn’t allow it.

Tiffany suddenly looked at Ella with a desperate resolve. "I won’t oppose you anymore. Please don’t pursue this further. I’ll focus on my acting career and nothing else."

Her face pale, she turned abruptly, opening the door and stumbling out in a daze.

Ella quietly watched the door swing shut behind her. Hannah was truly pitiful.

She had come this far, yet she lived in constant fear of her identity being exposed, and now she feared being targeted by a deranged killer.

Ella had pieced together her suspicions through the information she had gathered, ultimately constructing a complex web of connections.

As Tiffany—Hannah—fled without so much as a goodbye, Eric leaned casually against the doorframe, a curious look on his face.

"You’ve got a sharp tongue," he said with a chuckle. "You scared her so much she bolted."

Ella sighed and shook her head. "She probably set this whole thing up to trap me, but I turned it around. I hit on exactly what she desires most—and what terrifies her the most."

"Well, since that’s resolved, let’s go," Eric said with a smile, clearly in good spirits. "Tomorrow, the Miller family is in for quite the storm."

...

Hannah—now Tiffany—got into her car, her lips drained of all color.

Though she had four bodyguards with her, she was still consumed by fear. She immediately ordered the driver to leave Wall City.

She planned to fly from another city back to Country S, a large and crowded place, perfect for disappearing.

The driver obeyed, quickly heading for the next city. But as they reached an intersection just outside Wall City, a black SUV came barreling toward them at an uncontrollable speed.

"Watch out!" the driver yelled, slamming on the brakes, but it was too late. The other car was completely out of control.

Hannah froze in horror, her heart nearly stopping as the SUV hurtled toward them.

"Dodge it! Dodge it!" she screamed, her voice shrill with terror, filling the car with a sense of impending doom. Even her bodyguards couldn’t mask their despair.

BANG!

The collision was violent. Hannah felt her body spinning as their car was thrown into the air, only to crash back down with a brutal impact.

Hannah briefly experienced sharp pain and fell unconscious, but she managed to fight her way back to awareness. In her dazed state, she heard someone approaching.

"Help... help me!"

She was overjoyed to realize she was still alive. She hadn’t died!

Inside the car, there was no other sound.

The figure came closer, opened the battered car door, and pointed a gun directly at Hannah.

Blood trickled down her forehead. Struggling to wipe it from her eyes, she suddenly saw the dark barrel of the gun staring back at her.

"Ah..."

It was a scream of pure terror in the face of impending death.

Before the trigger could be pulled, the piercing sound of sirens echoed from behind them.

The deranged killer hesitated, then jumped back into his car, speeding off into the darkness.

...

By morning, the news from Wall City spread.

Ella sat frozen, staring at the report in disbelief.

"...According to information provided by the police last night, the suspect in Brandon’s murder has been captured. However, before his arrest, the suspect was involved in a car accident. The vehicle he struck was a Hummer, and among the deceased were five men and one woman. The woman is suspected to be actress Tiffany..."

What a twist.

That was all Ella could think as she absorbed the news.

She wasn’t a saint, nor had she deliberately spared Hannah.

She simply knew that once Hannah lost the Miller family’s protection, the resulting chaos would be punishment enough. Without intervention, Hannah would face torment that would leave her wishing for death.

But she hadn’t expected fate to intervene so dramatically. In the blink of an eye, Hannah was dead, a victim of the very killer she feared.

With the killer now captured, Ella’s fears for Eric’s safety subsided. After their intimate conversation the previous night, Eric had assured her he had a plan to deal with the Millers.

...

"What’s on your mind? You’ve been staring at that paper for ages."

Eric stepped out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, and noticed Ella sitting with a freshly printed newspaper, lost in thought.

Without a word, Ella passed the paper to him.

He scanned the page quickly, his brow arching slightly as he found the relevant article.

"The killer... killed Hannah in a crash? Maybe it’s karma, or just fate," Eric mused aloud.

Ella pressed her lips together. Yes, karma.

In her previous life, Hannah had drugged her, causing her to fall into the ocean and die.

In this life, Hannah met her end in a tragic accident.

...

Mom, rest in peace now. Those who wronged your daughter are almost all gone.

There’s no one left in this world who can hurt me.

...

Eric set the newspaper down and smiled. "Come on, let’s go downstairs for breakfast."

"No," Ella shook her head. "Let’s eat here."

She had no desire to see Lucas. She suspected he might be waiting downstairs for her.

But, as fate would have it, the very people you wish to avoid always manage to cross your path.

A knock sounded at the door. Eric opened it to find a hotel staff member standing outside.

"Mr. Nelson, Mrs. Nelson, Mr. Anderson asked me to inform you that he’s waiting for you in the restaurant downstairs. He hopes you’ll join him for breakfast."

As the staff member left, Ella’s mood darkened. She bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Eric, I don’t want to see him!"

Lucas might be her biological father, but she couldn’t bring herself to face him. Every time she saw him, she thought of Isabella—innocent, gone too soon.