Reborn to Love You: Taming My Cold CEO Husband

"Finally got you two bastards..."

Delia Fleming stood there, eyes like daggers, watching the man and woman tied up in the middle of the room.

Thunder cracked outside the shattered window, lightning briefly lighting up her disfigured face. Scars ran down her body like some awful map of hatred. Her features, once beautiful, now only showed a twisted rage.

She grabbed a bucket of ice-cold water and dumped it mercilessly over the unconscious pair.

Isabelle Fleming woke up first, lashes fluttering before her eyes snapped wide open. The second she saw Delia's ruined face, her pupils shrank.

"Delia?! You disgusting bitch, how is it you?!"

"Untie me right now, or I'll have someone take you out!"

Her screaming stirred Nathan Wallace awake beside her. The moment he caught Delia's face, panic kicked in.

"You tied us up, you psycho?"

"You both deserve to rot!" Delia spat, voice trembling. "Take a good look at me now!"

She stepped closer, her scarred face fully visible under the dim attic light-every inch of twisted flesh telling a story of pain and betrayal.

Isabelle's lips trembled. Nathan's face drained of color as sweat poured down his temples.

Even after all they'd done to her, guiltless as they were, they couldn't hide the fear when facing the monster they'd created.

"If it wasn't for you two, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"

"You deceived me, tricked me into handing everything over-and then left me to die like trash!"

She waved the knife in her hand like a woman on the brink, grief and hate contorting her already broken features.

Isabelle's face flushed with fury, gritting her teeth as she shouted, "Serves you right, you parentless whore. Who gave you the right to inherit the Fleming estate? You and your deadbeat parents should've been long gone!"

"And marrying Curtis? What a joke. Didn't you still get dumped in the end?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? Curtis runs the Stockton family now. You're not even close to being good enough for him anymore."

There was venom in her voice, but behind it, a deep, ugly jealousy.

Delia's face darkened. "What happened between Curtis and me is none of your damn business."

"If I hadn't been so blind, I never would've fallen for someone like Nathan!"

Nathan sneered at her face but quickly masked it with a fake tenderness. "Delia, you really think this is all on me? You know I loved you. Just let me go-we can talk about this. I forgive you, alright?"

"Love me?" Delia let out a sharp laugh that echoed off the attic walls.

"If you ever loved me, Nathan, how the hell were you screwing around with Isabelle behind my back?"

Seeing his plea wasn't working, Nathan snapped, desperate. "Because you wouldn't divorce Curtis quick enough! I loved you, but you clung to your precious title as Mrs. Stockton!"

He scowled, frustrated. "You think being VP at the Fleming Corp was enough for me? You really believed I was