Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Given Nathalie's fragile state of mind, Lincoln couldn't stand the thought of his daughter being stressed out, so he told her to take some time off and stay home.

But Lincoln never imagined that Nathalie's retreat would become the talk of the town, with online gossip about her unusual obsession with dolls spreading like wildfire.

"That Ashley, once out and about in the streets, had this bizarre fascination with dolls, even treating them as if they were real companions. Since her doll husband vanished, she's been in a deep funk."

"Born into a modest background, Ashley couldn't find a real-life prince charming, so she turned to lifeless dolls for comfort."

"She trained her doll husband to be completely obedient. When he 'fell apart,' so did her heart."

"This world is just plain strange. Some folks love flowers, others are into cats and dogs, and now, someone loves dolls..."

Lincoln's anger was about to blow the roof off when he saw these headlines.

"Someone, get in here now!" he bellowed from his office.

Greta burst in, nearly tripping over herself. "Uncle, what's going on?"

Lincoln demanded, "Find out who's behind these nasty rumors about my daughter Vivian. Once I know, they won't get away with it."

completely off the mark. Instead of going after the rumor mill, why not deal with the root of the issue? My sister isn't exactly young anymore; maybe it's time for her to settle down. Setting her up with a good match could silence the gossip

over and replied, "Finding a suitable match for Vivian is indeed a

cold sweat trickle down her

was the one

I'll dig into

"Off you go, then."

Lincoln got back to work on his computer. He logged

cess it.

low, ominous voice came from the computer: "I've been waiting for

heart

memory of the shock Miss Stewart had once given

you want to regain control of the

the screen: If your daughter was struggling

shy and timid, would you still support her as

Y for yes, N for

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