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The world's top assassin turned out to be a 17-year-old girl!
Chapter 1 Die Together
Brookhaven.
A solitary island, isolated from the world by the vast ocean.
A secret and inhumane underground laboratory lay hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary island.
In the research room filled with potions and high-tech equipment, the girl was no longer on the narrow single bed. Only four bloody handcuffs remained, hanging at the four corners of the bed.
"Blood Shadow is missing!"
The disappearance of the girl from the bed in the surveillance footage made the operator in front of the screen panic.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the control room changed dramatically. Their eyes were all focused on the screen, the numerous small squares of surveillance footage of the girl, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They quickly searched for the girl's trace in the numerous small squares of surveillance footage but found no sign.

The guards, who had fallen in the corridor at some unknown time, threw them into chaos.

"Activate the security system to search for Blood Shadow immediately. We can't let her escape, or none of us will survive."

The system was activated. A vast blue projection filled with dense data appeared mid-air, resembling a sprawling net when it flickered.

"Quick, release the NT34 smoke. Use any feasible methods to capture her, regardless of the cost!"

Upon receiving the order, numerous spray devices appeared on the solid walls, releasing poisonous gas.

Numerous armed men in black with gas masks moved cautiously through the laboratory filled with poisonous gas.

The sound of necks being twisted and bones breaking echoed in the smoke, sending shivers down their spines. The screams were abruptly silenced.

Under the invisible smoke, bodies piled up.

"Notify Professor Luke and his team to enter the safe zone immediately."

"Zzz... " The equipment suddenly emitted several electric currents.

The next moment, all the equipment was destroyed. The electric current burned the operation table, sparking a burst of sparks, and the equipment emitted a burnt smell, causing everyone to retreat and stay away from the operation table.

The surveillance footage was completely destroyed. The entire laboratory lost its essential surveillance control, and the alarm sounded.

Everyone was horrified.

The communication device transmitted an urgent report. "All professors and researchers have been killed, and Professor Luke is missing."

"Blood Shadow must have killed Professor Luke!"

"Let's retreat. No one here can match Blood Shadow. Most of the genes have been successfully extracted. We have to take the data and run!"

"Let's make a decision quickly before Blood Shadow finds out!"

The control room was in chaos. The leader finally spoke, "Take all the data and evacuate immediately. Prepare to detonate. The higher-ups have ordered that once the gene extraction is successful. Blood Shadow must be killed."

Just then, with a "boom," the metal door of the control room was blasted open.

The entire laboratory shook, and the explosion temporarily deafened everyone. The flames mixed with metal fragments frightened them, causing them to duck and cover.

The door was in ruins.

From the ruins, a thin figure stepped forward, covered in blood, with a momentum that could destroy the world.

Everyone saw the newcomer when the smoke cleared as if they were witnessing a demon or death.

"She's Bl ... Blood Shadow."

The girl slowly raised her face. Her bloodthirsty eyes stared at the people in the control room who were scared to move.

Her long hair spread out, her gaze was as cold as a knife, and her stunning face covered in blood resembled a ghost of death.

That girl was the Blood Shadow they talked about.

A killer who dominated the world of assassins, making all other killers avoid her and causing high-ranking officials to tremble with fear.

She raised her arm slightly and discarded the object in her hand like trash.

When everyone saw what was rolling on the ground, their legs went so weak that it was Professor Luke's head.

It had been severed and rolled to the ground, with blood trailing wherever it went. The two wide-open eyes on the head didn't have time to close and stared at them. This scene gave everyone a suffocating feeling.

The leader regained his senses, trembling as he took out a black detonator and threatened, "Bl ... Blood Shadow, we have implanted a chip in your brain. As long as I detonate it, you will turn to ashes in thirty seconds. You'd better not act rashly."

The girl's cold voice slowly sounded, "Thirty seconds is enough to kill all of you."

"We are just following orders. It's Dark Shadow who wanted us to do this. Every debt has its debtor. Please let us go." Everyone immediately begged for mercy when they saw that Blood Shadow was not afraid.

Dark Shadow?

She laughed loudly, and a hint of mockery flowed in her bloodthirsty eyes, filled with hatred.

Dark Shadow, the largest and most potent assassin organisation in the world, cultivated one desperate killer after another through its brutal training methods.

And she, Blood Shadow, was one of them.

Unlike others, she was the only one Dark Shadow took when she was still an infant. She became the youngest yet most talented trainee in the entire Assassin organisation.

After thirteen years of abnormal training, she began undertaking one extreme mission after another when she was fourteen.

At seventeen, she secured the top spot on the world's assassin list under the "Blood Shadow" codename, a position no one could challenge.

In her six-year career as a top killer, she set one unbreakable record after another and held countless formidable identities. She became a legendary myth in the Dark Shadow and the Assassin world with zero defeats.

Even the retired men from the organisation were no match for her. Her talent was envied by others.

Because of her strength, the organisation began to fear her and wanted her death.

The organisation wanted to extract her genes to clone another, or even countless Blood Shadows, to replace her and serve the organisation.

She was not forced to come here, but voluntarily.

Out of gratitude for the organisation's years of nurturing, she was willing to provide part of her genes to strengthen the organisation.

But she didn't expect them to extract all her genes, clone an exact copy of her, and then kill her to eliminate any future trouble.

Blood Shadow couldn't help but shake her head.

Although she was strong enough to stand independently and lacked neither wealth nor power, she had never been disloyal to the organisation.

She didn't expect her terrifying growth rate would give the organisation ideas to use and kill her.

Blood Shadow laughed at herself when she thought about it.

The organisation had warned her not to have feelings since childhood. But in the end, her compassion was directed at her own people, and they hurt her.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Those who take cold-blooded ruthlessness to the extreme are still the people in the organisation."

Blood Shadow was momentarily distracted. The leader saw his chance and quietly pressed the detonator in his hand. Then he retreated.

Blood Shadow noticed his movement. With one look, she scared the leader into a panic.

She didn't move, but she also took out a detonator under the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Do you recognise this detonator? Professor Luke told me you buried a hundred pounds of TNT in the laboratory."

"Let's go to hell together."

Her voice sent shivers down their spines as it was filled with an icy coldness.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, she pressed the detonator.

The leader now regretted not immediately eliminating her, foolishly hoping to capture her and continue extracting all her genetic material.

With a resounding explosion, flames soared into the sky, and the wicked island sank to the ocean floor, taking with it the girl who had achieved countless triumphs in her life.

Chapter 2 Rebirth, Isabelle Jenkins

Norward City.

In a modest ward of the affiliated hospital.

"My daughter suffered a concussion from a fall, and your school is only willing to pay this much? What if she develops any long-term effects and can't continue her studies? Her life would be ruined. Who will take responsibility for that?! I'm telling you, if you don't pay at least fifteen thousand dollars today, we'll meet at the police station. I'll ensure everyone knows how your school handles these situations and that your school can't continue to operate."

"Mrs. Jenkins, can you please be reasonable? Your daughter is not a young child who needs constant supervision from teachers. Besides, your daughter fell down the stairs because she is overweight. The responsibility lies entirely with her. The school has done its best by paying half of the medical expenses.

"Your daughter's academic performance is poor. She is at the bottom of the class and lacks the motivation to improve. Moreover, she negatively impacts other students' studies. Students have complained to me more than once. A few days ago, she even started dating and brought breakfast to a male student, seriously damaging the school's atmosphere. That boy's parents have come to me."

With her hands on her hips, Eleanor Dawson said shrewishly, "So, you're saying that your school doesn't want to pay, right?"

The argument escalated.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Eleanor and her husband, the homeroom teacher, and the head teacher fell silent, looking at the overweight girl on the hospital bed.

Blood Shadow sat up from the bed and pressed her aching temples. The frail bed creaked under her movement.

The intense pain spread from the back of her head to her entire body, causing her to frown and adjust slowly.

Suddenly, Blood Shadow sensed something. Her massaging motion suddenly stopped. The next moment, she widened her eyes.

She didn't die?

She quickly scanned the ward. Her gaze fell on the four ordinary-looking people standing at the foot of her bed.

"Who are you?"

Blood Shadow's eyes narrowed when she spoke. This was not her voice. She immediately touched her throat but noticed the thick arm she had raised.

She furrowed her brow deeply.

What's going on?

The four people were stunned in response to her question.

Eleanor directly rushed at the teacher and made a fuss. She said, "Look at what my daughter has become. Your school only pays a small amount for medical expenses. You're simply inhuman and heartless!"

The homeroom teacher, a man in his forties wearing black glasses, was flustered. He replied, "Mrs. Jenkins, please calm down."

"Isabelle, I'm your dad. Don't you recognise me?"

"Isabelle, don't scare me. Are you still not fully awake? Take a good look at who we are."

However, the girl just stared at her thick arm.

At that moment, the TV reported, "A solitary island in Brookhaven exploded at 7.10 this morning ... "

Blood Shadow looked at the TV.

Before she could react, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her suddenly poured in, causing her to furrow her brow.

Eleanor was causing a fuss with the homeroom teacher over money while her husband and the head teacher expressed concern.

Her head was throbbing with pain. She couldn't bear it any longer and said, "All of you, please get out!"

"Stop making noise. Isabelle just woke up. Let her rest. If there's anything, let's talk outside." Isabelle's father finally stood up and called the incessantly loud Eleanor out of the ward.

The ward finally quieted down. Blood Shadow maintained an extraordinary calm and smelled the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.

Eleanor's loud voice echoed in the corridor outside.

Blood Shadow entered the bathroom and spent more than ten minutes looking at her unfamiliar face in the mirror. Her features were quite clear. Although her body was fat, her face was not too chubby, and her skin was fair and radiant.

If she lost weight, she would look pretty good.

"Isabelle."

After a while, the girl said that name in front of the mirror.

This name seemed to have a connection to her.

A soul rebirth?

This was not difficult to accept, as she had already witnessed many strange things.

After just standing for ten minutes, her body already felt strained. Her legs were weak, not only because of the impact on her head but also due to the lack of exercise, resulting in physical weakness.

Blood Shadow wanted to know how this body managed to be both bulky and frail.

What a pity. Her body, as strong as an iron wall, was blown to pieces. After years of intense training, it became food for the fish in the ocean in the end.

Blood Shadow closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she had fully embraced this new body and identity.

Isabelle.

It sounded good. It's much more human than Blood Shadow.

She returned to the ward. The corridor outside was quiet. The doctor entered and brought the medical record to check on her. "Are you Isabelle?"

She lifted her bright eyes and responded, "Yes, that's me."

Taragon City, the Harris Residence.

In a study room decorated in a low-key yet luxurious manner, a man sat at his desk with a document in front of him.

"What a pity," that man murmured.

His voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with regret.

A moment later, he sighed again. "Such a waste of a genius." This time, his lament was more straightforward.

His gaze fell on the document. The name on it was "Blood Shadow."

This elusive genius assassin, whose gender was unknown to many, had most of her information displayed in front of this man.

Isabelle spent a night in the hospital and was urged by her mother, Eleanor, to go home early the following day.

"Quickly change your clothes, and let's go home. The school only slightly compensated us, and we can't afford your hospital bills."

Eleanor tossed the clothes she brought to Isabelle and constantly complained about the meagre compensation.

Isabelle's eyes were cold as she sat motionless on the hospital bed.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? I have to go to work soon. Will you make up for it if I'm late and they deduct my pay?"

She always talks about money.

Blood Shadow thought about how she had taken over Isabelle's body. She decided to tolerate this harsh and cheap mother.

After leaving the hospital, Eleanor left her and gave her thirty cents for the bus fare. She handed her the keys and went to work.

Relying on the original owner's memory, Isabelle returned to her home. Before she entered the residential area, she ran into a handsome boy.

That boy, who wore a blue and white school uniform, was full of youthful energy but a bit thin and silent.

Although Eleanor was mean, she possessed a remarkable beauty that contributed to her proud and arrogant demeanour.

The boy standing before her had inherited Eleanor's genes.

When that boy saw Isabelle, he stopped for a while. His gaze shifted to the bandage wrapped around her head.

Isabelle also observed him closely.

Perhaps the previous Isabelle had grown accustomed to being submissive and avoiding eye contact, so her behaviour made the boy frown in surprise.

He approached her, and Isabelle noticed a slight limp in his left foot.

Ethan didn't say a word, but as he passed by her, he handed her the object before continuing to school with his backpack.

Isabelle looked at the bun in her hand.

Her younger brother didn't inherit their mother's harsh nature.

A concussion is not a minor issue, and the doctor disagreed with Isabelle's discharge. However, Eleanor was too stingy to pay for the hospital stay. So, upon returning home, Isabelle did nothing but go straight to bed and sleep.

She slept until darkness fell.

"Fat pig, you truly are a pig reincarnated. All you do is eat and sleep all day. Why don't you just drop dead?"

When Isabelle opened her eyes, she saw Layla standing by her bed, glaring at her with disgust and hatred.

"What are you staring at? Get up and eat. Do you need someone to call you, even for a meal? Even a disabled person is more useful than you!" Layla said, turning to leave without wanting to spend another second in the room.

With such looks and character, she was indeed a spitting image of Eleanor.

Isabelle sat up and realised this family was quite abnormal, especially her supposed younger sister, Layla.

Isabelle, who had inherited the memories of the previous owner, knew all too well the extent of the bullying she had endured from this "loving sister."

She is young but has a wicked heart. She truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Chapter 3 Extraordinary Intelligence

Isabelle came out of her room.

"Isabelle, come and eat." Isabelle's father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks.

The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow.

A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot.

Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table.

"You must be feeling better after a good sleep. Eat up." William added some meat to her bowl and said with a hint of shame, "We can't afford to keep you in the hospital any longer. Rest well at home before going back to school. I'll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you."

"With her poor grades, it doesn't matter whether she goes to school or not. The teachers probably hope she doesn't show up," Layla sneered.

"Layla! Isabelle is your sister. How can you speak like that?" William scolded angrily.

"Why are you yelling? What did Layla say wrong? I really don't know what's in her brain. She even scored five or ten points. I've been completely embarrassed by her. And she's even dating at such a young age. She's not ashamed at all." Eleanor's words grew more heated as she spoke.

Not satisfied with scolding Isabelle, she turned her anger towards William. "Do you know how your relatives laugh at me? How did I end up marrying such a useless man like you? All your brothers were extremely poor back then, but now they all drive cars and live in new houses. Only you, still living in this old house with your wife and children, are using the old appliances your brothers don't want anymore. If you were a bit more ambitious, your son wouldn't be limping. I really regret marrying you."

Facing his wife's complaints, William kept his head down and said nothing. His face aged more than his peers due to overwork, flushed with shame.

Ethan continued to eat calmly, seemingly numb to the familiar scene. However, he gripped his chopsticks tighter when he heard the word "limping."

"You really don't care, do you? Our parents are arguing because of you, and you're just sitting there watching TV. You're hopeless. I can't believe I have a sister like you." Layla glared at Isabelle and made the situation worse.

As expected, Isabelle received an almost resentful glare from Eleanor.

However, Isabelle shifted her gaze from the TV to Layla with a blank expression.

Her gaze was as cold as ice.

"What's with that look? Did I say something wrong?" Layla felt something was off about Isabelle since she returned from the hospital. Usually, she would just lower her head, shrink her neck, and be too scared to eat. She wouldn't dare look at her like this.

Did she hit her head and damage her brain?

"You little br*t, how dare you glare at your sister. Finish your meal quickly and wash the dishes. I get angry just looking at you." After scolding Isabelle, Eleanor picked up her bowl to eat.

Isabelle glanced at Eleanor. She didn't want to argue with them at this moment.

She turned her attention back to the TV.

The TV was old and has been used for many years. The model was long outdated.

The news was reporting on a major explosion in Brookhaven.

A cold light flashed in Isabelle's eyes.

Dark Shadow, I, Blood Shadow, will settle this score sooner or later!

She put down her chopsticks and stood up to return to her room.

"Oh, you're eating so little today. Don't you usually eat three bowls?" Layla glanced at Isabelle's bowl and mocked it.

Eleanor ordered Isabelle, "Wash the dishes before you return to your room."

"Isabelle just had a bad fall yesterday. She can't wash dishes. Layla, Ethan, you guys do it," William said gruffly.

Layla replied, "But I don't know how to wash the dishes." Then she muttered, "She fell on her head, not her hands. She usually does the washing."

"Layla and Ethan still have homework to do. What if their grades drop? Every New Year, when we sit with our relatives, they brag about their cars and houses. We can only be proud of Layla and Ethan's grades." After Eleanor finished speaking, she urged Isabelle to wash the dishes.

Isabelle stood at the entrance of the living room and looked at Eleanor. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was restraining something.

She was not known for her good temper. The rumours of her ruthless nature were not exaggerated or unfounded.

If Eleanor and Layla dared to say another word, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't lose her temper.

Just then, Ethan finished eating and quietly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Put that down. Why did you wash it? Go back to your room and do your homework." Eleanor would never let her son do such chores. She always left the housework to Isabelle.

Isabelle worked tirelessly every day, yet her meal portion remained the same.

Ethan ignored Eleanor. He picked up the dishes and went to wash them.

Layla frowned slightly, not approving but too lazy to lecture her taciturn brother. She got up and returned to her room. She had no idea how she had narrowly escaped a "storm."

Eleanor glared at Isabelle. She went to the kitchen to chase her son back to his room and she washed the dishes herself.

After sleeping for a day, Isabelle's physical and mental state had somewhat recovered. She walked around the yard to inspect the place where the family lived.

The old house was inherited from two generations before. Although it was dilapidated, it was large enough, with a courtyard, walls, and a separate kitchen.

A sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted in the courtyard.

There were several rooms initially occupied by a large family. Later, William's brothers made some money and moved out, leaving them behind.

Ethan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Isabelle in the yard. Their eyes met for a moment. Then he limped back to his room.

Isabelle watched his back and followed him.

Ethan took out a difficult math problem he had copied from the internet yesterday. He frowned and sat at his desk, continuing to solve the problem.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. He looked up and saw Isabelle leaning against his door frame with her arms folded, appearing out of nowhere.

A large figure blocked his doorway completely.

This was the first time Isabelle had entered his room. Usually, she would retreat to her room when she returned from school, regardless of the time, except for doing housework.

Ethan noticed that his sister seemed different today.

Isabelle walked over and glanced at his notebook. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "You can't solve it?"

Ethan looked at her in silence.

Isabelle took his pen and began writing in his notebook without hesitation.

Before Ethan could react, his notebook had been filled with her writing. The challenging question that was beyond the syllabus had been solved.

It was solved perfectly!

The steps were clear and unique.

After reading it, Ethan felt as if he had been enlightened. His face even turned slightly red with excitement.

After the initial surprise, he looked at Isabelle in disbelief and asked, "How did you do it?"

This was the first sentence her so-called brother had ever said to her.

"Isn't this simple problem solvable by anyone with hands?" Isabelle replied sincerely.

Ethan said, "This is a university-level question I found online."

He was in his second year of high school, one grade below Isabelle and Layla.

Isabelle responded, "So what?"

Ethan stared suspiciously at the unusually intelligent Isabelle and said, "You usually score five or ten points. The highest you've ever scored is twenty-five. Besides choosing ABCD in multiple-choice questions, you could only write out a word, 'solutions'."

With her level of intelligence, how could she possibly solve it?

Having inherited the original owner's memories, Blood Shadow knew how foolish the original owner had been.

Isabelle scoffed without hesitation, "Writing out 'solutions' is just a way not to embarrass them. Such questions are simply a waste of time and ink."

Ethan couldn't believe it and asked, "So, were you just pretending all this time?"

“I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. Frankly, I normally see these numbers in women ten or fifteen years your senior.”
“What?” I murmur, not believing my ears. I’ve been trying to get pregnant for years. I’m only 30, I should have plenty of eggs left.
“In terms of fertility, you have very little time left.” She continues. “If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.”
“My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, and though it might not be everyone’s ambition, I want nothing more than to be a mother.
I have to get home and tell my boyfriend this news, and there’s not a moment to waste.
I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk inside I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me.
I cock my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Mike is clearly in there with another woman, is realizing who he’s with. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate.
“Fuck, Ella is so stupid.” Mike laughs, “can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?”
Kate snorts, “she’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.”
“If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.”
“The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?”
“I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself.
My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get pregnant, despite having unprotected sex multiple times a week for years. It’s even clear how I could have the eggs of a 45-year-old, if my despicable partner has been secretly feeding me emergency contraceptives every day – there’s no telling what other damage that might have done to my reproductive system.
Before I can think better of it, I pull the smoke alarm on the wall, wanting to frighten and punish the pair in the bedroom so fiercely that I fear I might attack them when they emerge. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise.
A few moments later they come rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks when they see me looming in the doorway. Mike’s eyes go comically wide, “What are you doing home so early?” The snake has the nerve to sound affronted that I surprised him, when he’s the one who’s been sneaking around behind my back for God knows how long. He seems to realize how suspicious it looks that he and Kate are standing there in their underwear and quickly adds, “Kate came to see me so we could plan a surprise for your birthday, but then we spilled coffee all over our clothes so we had to change.”
Fire blazes in my veins, he must truly believe I’m an idiot if he expects me to buy such a feeble excuse.
It’s a testament to their horrifically low opinion of me that they buy my act, and I vow to get my revenge one way or another. I can’t believe I wasted so many years – my best years – on this scumbag. And now he may have cost me my future too. As soon as the thought enters my head, I know I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of.
I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore.
Even if I could find a man willing to have a baby with me in time, I’m not eager to trust anyone after Mike’s betrayal. I’m going to have to do this on my own, and I know Cora can help me. I don’t have much money, but I have enough savings to pay for the insemination, especially since I basically have one shot and one shot only.
When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility.
“That little shit! I’ll kill him!” She fumes, studying me with a worried expression. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.”
“I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.”
“Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.”
“Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “the billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him.
“Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.”
“Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.”
“Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.”
It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.”
Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future.
If only I’d known that by the time those ten days were up, my future would no longer belong to me – but to Dominic Sinclair himself.

Chapter 2 - Be Fired
Six days to go. I think, staring at the date circled on my calendar. Six days until I find out if my dreams are finally going to come true… or if I have to figure out an entirely different plan for my life.
I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m pregnant I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal.
I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning.
When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!”
The next thing I know, 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?”
“Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back inside and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow.
Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.”
“Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.”
She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl.
When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying.
With dark hair and piercing green eyes, chiseled features and a body so muscular I could swoon, it doesn’t seem fair he gets to look so good and also be so rich. If I didn’t know better I might think it was his wealth or imposing height that makes him so intimidating, after all he’s at least six foot four, which means he towers over me and everyone else around him. However it’s neither of those things, there’s simply an indefinable quality about the man that I can’t put my finger on, one which screams danger. He gives off this energy that’s so raw and animalistic one forgets there’s anyone else in the room.
Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me.
Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road.

Click to READ more👉👉Title：Surrogate for Alpha Dom

Chapter 1 Wedding, Miscarriage
Jessie Summers found herself in disbelief as her apparently flawless life began to unravel right on her wedding day.

Clad in her bridal gown, her expectant belly protruding, she stood with anxious anticipation before the statue in the grand hall, her gaze fixed on the entrance.

Despite the bride and the priest being poised for the ceremony, there was a conspicuous absence: the groom, Chase Thompson.

Renowned for his punctuality and intolerance for tardiness, Chase's delay of nearly an hour was unprecedented.

"Mrs. Thompson, please, take a seat," the nanny kindly suggested, offering a chair. "Standing for too long isn't advisable for the baby you're carrying."

With the nanny's assistance, Jessie settled into the seat.

As she reflected on her nine months of pregnancy and the imminent arrival of her child, a radiant smile graced her face.

"Little one, you'll soon meet Mommy and Daddy. Just be patient and take your time, okay?"

With a gentle touch to her belly, Jessie softly murmured, her eyes betraying a hint of concern.

While it appeared she was addressing the child, in reality, she was comforting herself, attempting to quell her worries.

Jessie and Chase had shared a strong bond since the beginning of their relationship, culminating in her pregnancy with his child.

However, their once-solid foundation was shaken by unforeseen events. Following her pregnancy, her father, Peter Summers, was involved in a car accident, leading to her family's financial downfall. Jessie could not help but notice a shift in Chase's demeanour towards her; his affection waned, replaced by a palpable distance.

Despite her efforts to dismiss it, Jessie could not shake the feeling that there was a hint of fear and disdain in Chase's gaze whenever he looked at her.

Perhaps her pregnancy had heightened her sensitivity.

Jessie found herself needing to reassure herself like this often.

She believed that after the wedding and the baby's arrival, everything would go back to normal.

After all, she could only depend on Chase.

As she thought about this, Jessie clutched the hem of her dress.

Chase, the richest man in River City, was an entrepreneur, philanthropist, the youngest billionaire, and the epitome of charm for countless women.

However, those were just the images he presented to the public.

Jessie was keenly aware of his darker side: the underworld kingpin, the ruthless tyrant, the merciless killer!

He operated a mafia empire in secret and his hands were tainted by numerous crimes. Such a person was bound to have many enemies.

Yet, Jessie ignored all of this. She believed no one could love her more than Chase, and she returned his affection wholeheartedly.

She knew that even if she made enemies of the whole world, Chase would be the one standing by her side in the end!

As Jessie was lost in thought, she was startled by a sudden figure rushing in through the church's main entrance.

Her eyes shone with joy as she stood up and asked, "Warren, is Chase here?"

Warren, who served as both Chase's driver and bodyguard, shared an inseparable bond with him.

However, he seemed conflicted, struggling to find the right words.

"What's wrong? Tell me!" Jessie urged.

"Mr. Thompson ... " Warren hesitated, then continued, "Mr. Thompson told me he wouldn't be coming. He went to the airport to pick up a pregnant woman and took her home. He asked me to come back and inform you that the wedding is off ... "

"What?"

Jessie felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her head spinning.

The wedding is off?

A pregnant woman?

Her mind spun, and she looked at Warren, who watched her with concern, attempting to speak.

However, no words came, and she slumped, unconscious, falling backward.

"Madam! Madam!"

...

When Jessie woke up, she found herself staring at the white ceiling, smelling disinfectant in the air.

She realised she was in a hospital and looked around the empty ward.

No one was there, which was different from usual whenever she was sick, Chase was always there with a look of worry.

This was probably the first time she had woken up alone in such a cold, desolate room.

At that moment, the door opened, and a nurse walked in, looking surprised to see Jessie awake. "You're up."

Jessie forced a faint smile but did not speak.

Approaching with a cart, the nurse murmured, "You've just had surgery. It typically takes longer for the anesthesia to wear off. How did you wake up so soon?"

Due to her body's unique reaction and a high tolerance for anesthesia, Jessie did not pay much heed to the nurse's remarks. Instead, she exclaimed, "Surgery? What surgery?"

Ignoring the nurse's response, she uncovered her body.

Her previously swollen abdomen was now flat, with a grim surgical scar running across it like a centipede.

"Where's my child?" Jessie asked, panic filling her expression as she searched the nurse's face for answers.

Touched by her distress, the nurse hesitated before speaking softly, "I heard you had a fall, and when you arrived, you were unconscious and bleeding. So, the doctor had to perform an emergency cesarean section, but ... your child couldn't make it."

Chapter 2 The Husband and the Twins of Another Woman

Your child couldn't make it ...

After the nurse left, Jessie lay on the hospital bed, her expression empty, the nurse's words echoing in her mind.

The child in her womb was supposed to have a happy life.

Her husband was loaded, and she was kind and beautiful.

They planned to give this child the best childhood, grow up with him, and give him the best education. They planned to take him to amusement parks, travel the world, tell him bedtime stories, and he would hide his favorite candies and give them to her ...

"I love you the most, Mom!"

A gentle voice seemed to whisper in her ears, and Jessie imagined a delightful little boy standing before her, beaming.

She smiled back.

However, the perfect image shattered suddenly.

No little boy was in front of her, just the sterile hospital room with its cold white walls.

"My child ... " Jessie cried out hoarsely, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry for failing to protect you," she sobbed.

She cried until she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, all alone in the bleak hospital room.

When Jessie woke up in a daze, she realised she was still alone in the ward.

Outside, she heard hurried footsteps and frantic voices.

In the midst of the chaos, she overheard fragments of conversation. "Mr. Thompson ... The child ... "

"Chase? Is Chase here?"

A glimmer of hope appeared in Jessie's eyes, only to vanish just as fast.

If Chase was really in the hospital, why did he not come to see her?

Jessie tried to sit up, ignoring the dull ache in her abdomen. She strained her neck, trying to hear more of the conversation.

The footsteps paused briefly outside her ward before hurrying away.

Jessie distinctly heard Warren's voice: "Mr. Thompson, Madam is inside. Aren't you going to see her?"

Although she could not make out Chase's response, her heart sank upon hearing his departing footsteps.

Why?

Why won't he come to see me?

Thinking back to what Warren had said at the church, Jessie realised that Chase had brought a pregnant woman home, which caused their wedding to be called off suddenly!

Who could this woman be?

Jessie had so many questions, and they all pushed her to go find Chase for answers.

Since he had not visited her, she would go to him!

Struggling to get out of bed, Jessie saw the IV tube in her arm, a reminder of her time unconscious. She pulled out the needle, making her arm bleed heavily and staining her gown red.

With shaky steps, she opened the door and saw two bodyguards in black near another room. Knowing they were Chase's men, Jessie went up to them.

The bodyguards were surprised to see Jessie and asked, "Madam, why are you here?"

"Where's Chase?" Jessie's voice was weak, and her face was pale.

"Tell me, is Chase inside? Where is he?"

Seeing that the two were not speaking, Jessie pushed aside the bodyguards blocking her and squeezed into the room.

The two bodyguards hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not stop her.

She used her shoulder to force the door open and rushed inside.

Her attention was drawn to a tall, slender man holding a baby in front of a hospital bed. At this moment, he was speaking to the woman in the bed with his head bowed. Jessie also noticed another baby in a cot next to the hospital bed.

"Chase ... " Jessie whimpered like a lost puppy.

Chase turned to her. His expression was unreadable as if he had been expecting her.

"Chase, our child is gone ... " Jessie looked at Chase and the woman on the bed, feeling uneasy.

Jessie understood that Chase must have already been informed about her miscarriage, and she simply needed his comfort.

As Chase gazed at the pale but still lovely face in the doorway, a hint of pain flashed in his eyes. He was about to offer words of solace when he suddenly recalled another swollen face in his trance. His pupils narrowed, and his pain quickly turned to anger.

Chase's expression hardened. Then, he briefly glanced at the baby in his arms before saying, "I see."

Chapter 3 Why Do This to Me?

I see ...

Jessie felt her chest tighten and her breath become heavy at the emotionless response.

Suddenly, the woman on the sickbed spoke. "Chase, is she your wife?"

"Who are you?" Jessie had wanted to know for a while, and now she finally had the chance to ask.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Linda White, Chase's first girlfriend."

Although Linda lay in bed, she smiled gracefully. She shared a smile with Chase when she mentioned that she was his first girlfriend.

Watching this, Jessie felt like an outsider in their family.

"First girlfriend?" Jessie stared at Chase, questioning.

"Yes," Linda said. "Thank you for taking care of Chase all these years. He's always been a bit domineering. He must have made you angry often, right? Oh, by the way!"

Linda picked up the baby from the crib and said to Jessie, "Take a look at my children. They're twins, a boy and a girl. Chase just named them. The boy is Charles Thompson, and the girl is Lily Thompson."

Jessie widened her eyes, looking at the baby in Chase's arms. "What did she say his name was?"

She remembered the day she found out she was pregnant and hugged Chase hopefully. "Chase, you're going to be a dad! We're having a baby! I've already thought of names. If it's a girl, we'll name her Vanessa Thompson, and if it's a boy, we'll name him Charles Thompson. What do you think?"

She hoped she had misunderstood, but Chase didn't avoid her gaze, saying firmly, "His name is Charles Thompson."

"You j*rk!"

Jessie raised her hand and slapped him, and Chase didn't dodge, taking the blow.

Click to READ more👉👉Title：Mr. Thompson, Please Be Gentle

The top-notch assassin was betrayed by the organization. After reincarnation, she found her appearance looking like...
Chapter 1 Die Together
Brookhaven.
A solitary island, isolated from the world by the vast ocean.
A secret and inhumane underground laboratory lay hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary island.
In the research room filled with potions and high-tech equipment, the girl was no longer on the narrow single bed. Only four bloody handcuffs remained, hanging at the four corners of the bed.
"Blood Shadow is missing!"
The disappearance of the girl from the bed in the surveillance footage made the operator in front of the screen panic.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the control room changed dramatically. Their eyes were all focused on the screen, the numerous small squares of surveillance footage of the girl, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They quickly searched for the girl's trace in the numerous small squares of surveillance footage but found no sign.

The guards, who had fallen in the corridor at some unknown time, threw them into chaos.

"Activate the security system to search for Blood Shadow immediately. We can't let her escape, or none of us will survive."

The system was activated. A vast blue projection filled with dense data appeared mid-air, resembling a sprawling net when it flickered.

"Quick, release the NT34 smoke. Use any feasible methods to capture her, regardless of the cost!"

Upon receiving the order, numerous spray devices appeared on the solid walls, releasing poisonous gas.

Numerous armed men in black with gas masks moved cautiously through the laboratory filled with poisonous gas.

The sound of necks being twisted and bones breaking echoed in the smoke, sending shivers down their spines. The screams were abruptly silenced.

Under the invisible smoke, bodies piled up.

"Notify Professor Luke and his team to enter the safe zone immediately."

"Zzz... " The equipment suddenly emitted several electric currents.

The next moment, all the equipment was destroyed. The electric current burned the operation table, sparking a burst of sparks, and the equipment emitted a burnt smell, causing everyone to retreat and stay away from the operation table.

The surveillance footage was completely destroyed. The entire laboratory lost its essential surveillance control, and the alarm sounded.

Everyone was horrified.

The communication device transmitted an urgent report. "All professors and researchers have been killed, and Professor Luke is missing."

"Blood Shadow must have killed Professor Luke!"

"Let's retreat. No one here can match Blood Shadow. Most of the genes have been successfully extracted. We have to take the data and run!"

"Let's make a decision quickly before Blood Shadow finds out!"

The control room was in chaos. The leader finally spoke, "Take all the data and evacuate immediately. Prepare to detonate. The higher-ups have ordered that once the gene extraction is successful. Blood Shadow must be killed."

Just then, with a "boom," the metal door of the control room was blasted open.

The entire laboratory shook, and the explosion temporarily deafened everyone. The flames mixed with metal fragments frightened them, causing them to duck and cover.

The door was in ruins.

From the ruins, a thin figure stepped forward, covered in blood, with a momentum that could destroy the world.

Everyone saw the newcomer when the smoke cleared as if they were witnessing a demon or death.

"She's Bl ... Blood Shadow."

The girl slowly raised her face. Her bloodthirsty eyes stared at the people in the control room who were scared to move.

Her long hair spread out, her gaze was as cold as a knife, and her stunning face covered in blood resembled a ghost of death.

That girl was the Blood Shadow they talked about.

A killer who dominated the world of assassins, making all other killers avoid her and causing high-ranking officials to tremble with fear.

She raised her arm slightly and discarded the object in her hand like trash.

When everyone saw what was rolling on the ground, their legs went so weak that it was Professor Luke's head.

It had been severed and rolled to the ground, with blood trailing wherever it went. The two wide-open eyes on the head didn't have time to close and stared at them. This scene gave everyone a suffocating feeling.

The leader regained his senses, trembling as he took out a black detonator and threatened, "Bl ... Blood Shadow, we have implanted a chip in your brain. As long as I detonate it, you will turn to ashes in thirty seconds. You'd better not act rashly."

The girl's cold voice slowly sounded, "Thirty seconds is enough to kill all of you."

"We are just following orders. It's Dark Shadow who wanted us to do this. Every debt has its debtor. Please let us go." Everyone immediately begged for mercy when they saw that Blood Shadow was not afraid.

Dark Shadow?

She laughed loudly, and a hint of mockery flowed in her bloodthirsty eyes, filled with hatred.

Dark Shadow, the largest and most potent assassin organisation in the world, cultivated one desperate killer after another through its brutal training methods.

And she, Blood Shadow, was one of them.

Unlike others, she was the only one Dark Shadow took when she was still an infant. She became the youngest yet most talented trainee in the entire Assassin organisation.

After thirteen years of abnormal training, she began undertaking one extreme mission after another when she was fourteen.

At seventeen, she secured the top spot on the world's assassin list under the "Blood Shadow" codename, a position no one could challenge.

In her six-year career as a top killer, she set one unbreakable record after another and held countless formidable identities. She became a legendary myth in the Dark Shadow and the Assassin world with zero defeats.

Even the retired men from the organisation were no match for her. Her talent was envied by others.

Because of her strength, the organisation began to fear her and wanted her death.

The organisation wanted to extract her genes to clone another, or even countless Blood Shadows, to replace her and serve the organisation.

She was not forced to come here, but voluntarily.

Out of gratitude for the organisation's years of nurturing, she was willing to provide part of her genes to strengthen the organisation.

But she didn't expect them to extract all her genes, clone an exact copy of her, and then kill her to eliminate any future trouble.

Blood Shadow couldn't help but shake her head.

Although she was strong enough to stand independently and lacked neither wealth nor power, she had never been disloyal to the organisation.

She didn't expect her terrifying growth rate would give the organisation ideas to use and kill her.

Blood Shadow laughed at herself when she thought about it.

The organisation had warned her not to have feelings since childhood. But in the end, her compassion was directed at her own people, and they hurt her.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Those who take cold-blooded ruthlessness to the extreme are still the people in the organisation."

Blood Shadow was momentarily distracted. The leader saw his chance and quietly pressed the detonator in his hand. Then he retreated.

Blood Shadow noticed his movement. With one look, she scared the leader into a panic.

She didn't move, but she also took out a detonator under the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Do you recognise this detonator? Professor Luke told me you buried a hundred pounds of TNT in the laboratory."

"Let's go to hell together."

Her voice sent shivers down their spines as it was filled with an icy coldness.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, she pressed the detonator.

The leader now regretted not immediately eliminating her, foolishly hoping to capture her and continue extracting all her genetic material.

With a resounding explosion, flames soared into the sky, and the wicked island sank to the ocean floor, taking with it the girl who had achieved countless triumphs in her life.

Chapter 2 Rebirth, Isabelle Jenkins

Norward City.

In a modest ward of the affiliated hospital.

"My daughter suffered a concussion from a fall, and your school is only willing to pay this much? What if she develops any long-term effects and can't continue her studies? Her life would be ruined. Who will take responsibility for that?! I'm telling you, if you don't pay at least fifteen thousand dollars today, we'll meet at the police station. I'll ensure everyone knows how your school handles these situations and that your school can't continue to operate."

"Mrs. Jenkins, can you please be reasonable? Your daughter is not a young child who needs constant supervision from teachers. Besides, your daughter fell down the stairs because she is overweight. The responsibility lies entirely with her. The school has done its best by paying half of the medical expenses.

"Your daughter's academic performance is poor. She is at the bottom of the class and lacks the motivation to improve. Moreover, she negatively impacts other students' studies. Students have complained to me more than once. A few days ago, she even started dating and brought breakfast to a male student, seriously damaging the school's atmosphere. That boy's parents have come to me."

With her hands on her hips, Eleanor Dawson said shrewishly, "So, you're saying that your school doesn't want to pay, right?"

The argument escalated.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Eleanor and her husband, the homeroom teacher, and the head teacher fell silent, looking at the overweight girl on the hospital bed.

Blood Shadow sat up from the bed and pressed her aching temples. The frail bed creaked under her movement.

The intense pain spread from the back of her head to her entire body, causing her to frown and adjust slowly.

Suddenly, Blood Shadow sensed something. Her massaging motion suddenly stopped. The next moment, she widened her eyes.

She didn't die?

She quickly scanned the ward. Her gaze fell on the four ordinary-looking people standing at the foot of her bed.

"Who are you?"

Blood Shadow's eyes narrowed when she spoke. This was not her voice. She immediately touched her throat but noticed the thick arm she had raised.

She furrowed her brow deeply.

What's going on?

The four people were stunned in response to her question.

Eleanor directly rushed at the teacher and made a fuss. She said, "Look at what my daughter has become. Your school only pays a small amount for medical expenses. You're simply inhuman and heartless!"

The homeroom teacher, a man in his forties wearing black glasses, was flustered. He replied, "Mrs. Jenkins, please calm down."

"Isabelle, I'm your dad. Don't you recognise me?"

"Isabelle, don't scare me. Are you still not fully awake? Take a good look at who we are."

However, the girl just stared at her thick arm.

At that moment, the TV reported, "A solitary island in Brookhaven exploded at 7.10 this morning ... "

Blood Shadow looked at the TV.

Before she could react, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her suddenly poured in, causing her to furrow her brow.

Eleanor was causing a fuss with the homeroom teacher over money while her husband and the head teacher expressed concern.

Her head was throbbing with pain. She couldn't bear it any longer and said, "All of you, please get out!"

"Stop making noise. Isabelle just woke up. Let her rest. If there's anything, let's talk outside." Isabelle's father finally stood up and called the incessantly loud Eleanor out of the ward.

The ward finally quieted down. Blood Shadow maintained an extraordinary calm and smelled the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.

Eleanor's loud voice echoed in the corridor outside.

Blood Shadow entered the bathroom and spent more than ten minutes looking at her unfamiliar face in the mirror. Her features were quite clear. Although her body was fat, her face was not too chubby, and her skin was fair and radiant.

If she lost weight, she would look pretty good.

"Isabelle."

After a while, the girl said that name in front of the mirror.

This name seemed to have a connection to her.

A soul rebirth?

This was not difficult to accept, as she had already witnessed many strange things.

After just standing for ten minutes, her body already felt strained. Her legs were weak, not only because of the impact on her head but also due to the lack of exercise, resulting in physical weakness.

Blood Shadow wanted to know how this body managed to be both bulky and frail.

What a pity. Her body, as strong as an iron wall, was blown to pieces. After years of intense training, it became food for the fish in the ocean in the end.

Blood Shadow closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she had fully embraced this new body and identity.

Isabelle.

It sounded good. It's much more human than Blood Shadow.

She returned to the ward. The corridor outside was quiet. The doctor entered and brought the medical record to check on her. "Are you Isabelle?"

She lifted her bright eyes and responded, "Yes, that's me."

Taragon City, the Harris Residence.

In a study room decorated in a low-key yet luxurious manner, a man sat at his desk with a document in front of him.

"What a pity," that man murmured.

His voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with regret.

A moment later, he sighed again. "Such a waste of a genius." This time, his lament was more straightforward.

His gaze fell on the document. The name on it was "Blood Shadow."

This elusive genius assassin, whose gender was unknown to many, had most of her information displayed in front of this man.

Isabelle spent a night in the hospital and was urged by her mother, Eleanor, to go home early the following day.

"Quickly change your clothes, and let's go home. The school only slightly compensated us, and we can't afford your hospital bills."

Eleanor tossed the clothes she brought to Isabelle and constantly complained about the meagre compensation.

Isabelle's eyes were cold as she sat motionless on the hospital bed.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? I have to go to work soon. Will you make up for it if I'm late and they deduct my pay?"

She always talks about money.

Blood Shadow thought about how she had taken over Isabelle's body. She decided to tolerate this harsh and cheap mother.

After leaving the hospital, Eleanor left her and gave her thirty cents for the bus fare. She handed her the keys and went to work.

Relying on the original owner's memory, Isabelle returned to her home. Before she entered the residential area, she ran into a handsome boy.

That boy, who wore a blue and white school uniform, was full of youthful energy but a bit thin and silent.

Although Eleanor was mean, she possessed a remarkable beauty that contributed to her proud and arrogant demeanour.

The boy standing before her had inherited Eleanor's genes.

When that boy saw Isabelle, he stopped for a while. His gaze shifted to the bandage wrapped around her head.

Isabelle also observed him closely.

Perhaps the previous Isabelle had grown accustomed to being submissive and avoiding eye contact, so her behaviour made the boy frown in surprise.

He approached her, and Isabelle noticed a slight limp in his left foot.

Ethan didn't say a word, but as he passed by her, he handed her the object before continuing to school with his backpack.

Isabelle looked at the bun in her hand.

Her younger brother didn't inherit their mother's harsh nature.

A concussion is not a minor issue, and the doctor disagreed with Isabelle's discharge. However, Eleanor was too stingy to pay for the hospital stay. So, upon returning home, Isabelle did nothing but go straight to bed and sleep.

She slept until darkness fell.

"Fat pig, you truly are a pig reincarnated. All you do is eat and sleep all day. Why don't you just drop dead?"

When Isabelle opened her eyes, she saw Layla standing by her bed, glaring at her with disgust and hatred.

"What are you staring at? Get up and eat. Do you need someone to call you, even for a meal? Even a disabled person is more useful than you!" Layla said, turning to leave without wanting to spend another second in the room.

With such looks and character, she was indeed a spitting image of Eleanor.

Isabelle sat up and realised this family was quite abnormal, especially her supposed younger sister, Layla.

Isabelle, who had inherited the memories of the previous owner, knew all too well the extent of the bullying she had endured from this "loving sister."

She is young but has a wicked heart. She truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Chapter 3 Extraordinary Intelligence

Isabelle came out of her room.

"Isabelle, come and eat." Isabelle's father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks.

The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow.

A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot.

Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table.

"You must be feeling better after a good sleep. Eat up." William added some meat to her bowl and said with a hint of shame, "We can't afford to keep you in the hospital any longer. Rest well at home before going back to school. I'll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you."

"With her poor grades, it doesn't matter whether she goes to school or not. The teachers probably hope she doesn't show up," Layla sneered.

"Layla! Isabelle is your sister. How can you speak like that?" William scolded angrily.

"Why are you yelling? What did Layla say wrong? I really don't know what's in her brain. She even scored five or ten points. I've been completely embarrassed by her. And she's even dating at such a young age. She's not ashamed at all." Eleanor's words grew more heated as she spoke.

Not satisfied with scolding Isabelle, she turned her anger towards William. "Do you know how your relatives laugh at me? How did I end up marrying such a useless man like you? All your brothers were extremely poor back then, but now they all drive cars and live in new houses. Only you, still living in this old house with your wife and children, are using the old appliances your brothers don't want anymore. If you were a bit more ambitious, your son wouldn't be limping. I really regret marrying you."

Facing his wife's complaints, William kept his head down and said nothing. His face aged more than his peers due to overwork, flushed with shame.

Ethan continued to eat calmly, seemingly numb to the familiar scene. However, he gripped his chopsticks tighter when he heard the word "limping."

"You really don't care, do you? Our parents are arguing because of you, and you're just sitting there watching TV. You're hopeless. I can't believe I have a sister like you." Layla glared at Isabelle and made the situation worse.

As expected, Isabelle received an almost resentful glare from Eleanor.

However, Isabelle shifted her gaze from the TV to Layla with a blank expression.

Her gaze was as cold as ice.

"What's with that look? Did I say something wrong?" Layla felt something was off about Isabelle since she returned from the hospital. Usually, she would just lower her head, shrink her neck, and be too scared to eat. She wouldn't dare look at her like this.

Did she hit her head and damage her brain?

"You little br*t, how dare you glare at your sister. Finish your meal quickly and wash the dishes. I get angry just looking at you." After scolding Isabelle, Eleanor picked up her bowl to eat.

Isabelle glanced at Eleanor. She didn't want to argue with them at this moment.

She turned her attention back to the TV.

The TV was old and has been used for many years. The model was long outdated.

The news was reporting on a major explosion in Brookhaven.

A cold light flashed in Isabelle's eyes.

Dark Shadow, I, Blood Shadow, will settle this score sooner or later!

She put down her chopsticks and stood up to return to her room.

"Oh, you're eating so little today. Don't you usually eat three bowls?" Layla glanced at Isabelle's bowl and mocked it.

Eleanor ordered Isabelle, "Wash the dishes before you return to your room."

"Isabelle just had a bad fall yesterday. She can't wash dishes. Layla, Ethan, you guys do it," William said gruffly.

Layla replied, "But I don't know how to wash the dishes." Then she muttered, "She fell on her head, not her hands. She usually does the washing."

"Layla and Ethan still have homework to do. What if their grades drop? Every New Year, when we sit with our relatives, they brag about their cars and houses. We can only be proud of Layla and Ethan's grades." After Eleanor finished speaking, she urged Isabelle to wash the dishes.

Isabelle stood at the entrance of the living room and looked at Eleanor. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was restraining something.

She was not known for her good temper. The rumours of her ruthless nature were not exaggerated or unfounded.

If Eleanor and Layla dared to say another word, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't lose her temper.

Just then, Ethan finished eating and quietly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Put that down. Why did you wash it? Go back to your room and do your homework." Eleanor would never let her son do such chores. She always left the housework to Isabelle.

Isabelle worked tirelessly every day, yet her meal portion remained the same.

Ethan ignored Eleanor. He picked up the dishes and went to wash them.

Layla frowned slightly, not approving but too lazy to lecture her taciturn brother. She got up and returned to her room. She had no idea how she had narrowly escaped a "storm."

Eleanor glared at Isabelle. She went to the kitchen to chase her son back to his room and she washed the dishes herself.

After sleeping for a day, Isabelle's physical and mental state had somewhat recovered. She walked around the yard to inspect the place where the family lived.

The old house was inherited from two generations before. Although it was dilapidated, it was large enough, with a courtyard, walls, and a separate kitchen.

A sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted in the courtyard.

There were several rooms initially occupied by a large family. Later, William's brothers made some money and moved out, leaving them behind.

Ethan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Isabelle in the yard. Their eyes met for a moment. Then he limped back to his room.

Isabelle watched his back and followed him.

Ethan took out a difficult math problem he had copied from the internet yesterday. He frowned and sat at his desk, continuing to solve the problem.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. He looked up and saw Isabelle leaning against his door frame with her arms folded, appearing out of nowhere.

A large figure blocked his doorway completely.

This was the first time Isabelle had entered his room. Usually, she would retreat to her room when she returned from school, regardless of the time, except for doing housework.

Ethan noticed that his sister seemed different today.

Isabelle walked over and glanced at his notebook. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "You can't solve it?"

Ethan looked at her in silence.

Isabelle took his pen and began writing in his notebook without hesitation.

Before Ethan could react, his notebook had been filled with her writing. The challenging question that was beyond the syllabus had been solved.

It was solved perfectly!

The steps were clear and unique.

After reading it, Ethan felt as if he had been enlightened. His face even turned slightly red with excitement.

After the initial surprise, he looked at Isabelle in disbelief and asked, "How did you do it?"

This was the first sentence her so-called brother had ever said to her.

"Isn't this simple problem solvable by anyone with hands?" Isabelle replied sincerely.

Ethan said, "This is a university-level question I found online."

He was in his second year of high school, one grade below Isabelle and Layla.

Isabelle responded, "So what?"

Ethan stared suspiciously at the unusually intelligent Isabelle and said, "You usually score five or ten points. The highest you've ever scored is twenty-five. Besides choosing ABCD in multiple-choice questions, you could only write out a word, 'solutions'."

With her level of intelligence, how could she possibly solve it?

Having inherited the original owner's memories, Blood Shadow knew how foolish the original owner had been.

Isabelle scoffed without hesitation, "Writing out 'solutions' is just a way not to embarrass them. Such questions are simply a waste of time and ink."

Ethan couldn't believe it and asked, "So, were you just pretending all this time?"

“I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. Frankly, I normally see these numbers in women ten or fifteen years your senior.”
“What?” I murmur, not believing my ears. I’ve been trying to get pregnant for years. I’m only 30, I should have plenty of eggs left.
“In terms of fertility, you have very little time left.” She continues. “If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.”
“My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, and though it might not be everyone’s ambition, I want nothing more than to be a mother.
I have to get home and tell my boyfriend this news, and there’s not a moment to waste.
I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk inside I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me.
I cock my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Mike is clearly in there with another woman, is realizing who he’s with. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate.
“Fuck, Ella is so stupid.” Mike laughs, “can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?”
Kate snorts, “she’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.”
“If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.”
“The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?”
“I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself.
My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get pregnant, despite having unprotected sex multiple times a week for years. It’s even clear how I could have the eggs of a 45-year-old, if my despicable partner has been secretly feeding me emergency contraceptives every day – there’s no telling what other damage that might have done to my reproductive system.
Before I can think better of it, I pull the smoke alarm on the wall, wanting to frighten and punish the pair in the bedroom so fiercely that I fear I might attack them when they emerge. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise.
A few moments later they come rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks when they see me looming in the doorway. Mike’s eyes go comically wide, “What are you doing home so early?” The snake has the nerve to sound affronted that I surprised him, when he’s the one who’s been sneaking around behind my back for God knows how long. He seems to realize how suspicious it looks that he and Kate are standing there in their underwear and quickly adds, “Kate came to see me so we could plan a surprise for your birthday, but then we spilled coffee all over our clothes so we had to change.”
Fire blazes in my veins, he must truly believe I’m an idiot if he expects me to buy such a feeble excuse.
It’s a testament to their horrifically low opinion of me that they buy my act, and I vow to get my revenge one way or another. I can’t believe I wasted so many years – my best years – on this scumbag. And now he may have cost me my future too. As soon as the thought enters my head, I know I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of.
I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore.
Even if I could find a man willing to have a baby with me in time, I’m not eager to trust anyone after Mike’s betrayal. I’m going to have to do this on my own, and I know Cora can help me. I don’t have much money, but I have enough savings to pay for the insemination, especially since I basically have one shot and one shot only.
When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility.
“That little shit! I’ll kill him!” She fumes, studying me with a worried expression. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.”
“I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.”
“Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.”
“Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “the billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him.
“Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.”
“Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.”
“Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.”
It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.”
Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future.
If only I’d known that by the time those ten days were up, my future would no longer belong to me – but to Dominic Sinclair himself.

Chapter 2 - Be Fired
Six days to go. I think, staring at the date circled on my calendar. Six days until I find out if my dreams are finally going to come true… or if I have to figure out an entirely different plan for my life.
I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m pregnant I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal.
I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning.
When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!”
The next thing I know, 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?”
“Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back inside and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow.
Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.”
“Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.”
She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl.
When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying.
With dark hair and piercing green eyes, chiseled features and a body so muscular I could swoon, it doesn’t seem fair he gets to look so good and also be so rich. If I didn’t know better I might think it was his wealth or imposing height that makes him so intimidating, after all he’s at least six foot four, which means he towers over me and everyone else around him. However it’s neither of those things, there’s simply an indefinable quality about the man that I can’t put my finger on, one which screams danger. He gives off this energy that’s so raw and animalistic one forgets there’s anyone else in the room.
Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me.
Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road.

Click to READ more👉👉Title：Surrogate for Alpha Dom

Chapter 1 The Return Of Sky Devourer Lord
Jadeborough in July was scorching.
A skinny young man in the crowd was silently gazing at the familiar and yet somewhat unfamiliar city.

“It's been fifteen years... I'm finally back. I wonder how the girls are,” the young man mumbled under his breath.

Emrys Lund was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. There, seven girls who were not related to him by blood still loved him like family.

Their favorite game as children was to play house with Emrys. They even promised to marry Emrys in the future.

Emrys was only five back then. In his cute voice, he told them that their promises had to be genuine because they were no longer three years old.

The seven girls gave him a pinky promise for that.

From then on, the young Emrys looked forward to growing up quickly, until a fire destroyed his life.

Those girls could have escaped, but they had run back into the building to look for him and were trapped in the flames.

Frightened out of his mind, the young Emrys began bawling.

The eldest of the girls held him in her arms and told him not to be afraid.

The flames raged on.

The eight children huddled together, but they soon passed out from the smoke.

When young Emrys opened his eyes again, the flames were still there. What was different was that there was an elderly friar standing before him in the fire, his clothes perfectly intact.

The young Emrys was stunned. He thought he was hallucinating until the elderly friar said, “I can save the girls, but you have to serve as my apprentice.”

Those words were lifesaving words, and Emrys agreed to them immediately.

Back then, he did not realize that his life story would be rewritten because of that.

After leaving the orphanage, the elderly friar brought Emrys to a monastery and taught him medical skills, martial arts, and magic. He even made Emrys train in a Nameless Divine Art.

That lasted for ten years.

When Emrys turned fifteen and thought he could finally return to Jadeborough, the elderly friar sent him to the war zone at the border.

That went on for five years.

During those years, an organization named Sky Devourer rose to power in the midst of the bloody battles.

With Sky Devourer and its Thirty-six Sky Generals in power guarding over the four regions, no one dared to lay a finger on Chanaea from then on.

Their lord, Empyrean Lord, in the meantime, had discreetly returned to the land where he spent his childhood—Jadeborough.

Emrys was mulling over his past, his memories flashing across his mind as if he was dreaming.

Truly, if he hadn't been through all those incidents—if he were to hear it from someone else—he would have thought of them as insane.

Sunshine Children's Home was still around, but Emrys had complicated feelings about it.

The fire fifteen years ago had put the orphanage in the spotlight, with kindhearted people donating generously to rebuild the orphanage.

The shabby, concrete building was now a much taller building, and it had better facilities than before. However, it was no longer the place Emrys was familiar with.

Still, when Emrys' gaze landed on the children's innocent smiles, the strangeness of it all dissipated.

He felt as if he was looking at a younger version of himself and the girls.

Everything was still the same, and the orphanage was still the wondrous place it used to be.

Emrys soon found one of the orphanage's staff and told them the reason for his visit.

In no time, a woman with reading glasses came to Emrys and began studying him in confusion.

“I'm the director of Sunshine Children's Home. May I know who you're looking for?”

“You're the director?”

Emrys froze.

The director he remembered had the last name Olman, and he was an elderly man. He was definitely not the woman standing before him.

The elderly woman nodded. “I've been the director for over ten years. Aren't you here to see me?”

“I'm here to see Mr. Olman.”

“Oh, you're looking for the old director! It's been some time since he retired!”

The director was no longer suspicious of Emrys when she realized he was there to look for the previous director. In fact, she became friendlier.

However, Emrys frowned.

Mr. Olman retired? And it seems that he retired over ten years ago. Is it because of that fire?

Emrys hastily asked, “Then, do you have Mr. Olman's address?”

“I do, I do! Give me a moment. I'll write it down for you.”

The woman turned to enter a room. Not long after, she returned with a note containing the previous director's address and handed it to Emrys.

“Thank you!”

Following the address, Emrys arrived at a house.

A graying elderly man was hunching over, sweeping the yard. Emrys recognized him as the previous director—Walter Olman—instantly.

It's been fifteen years since I saw Mr. Olman. He looks like he has aged tremendously.

A wave of sorrow washed over Emrys, and he hurried toward him. However, what he saw next made rage course through his veins.

While Walter was sweeping the floor, a young man in a flowery shirt shoved him all of a sudden and snapped, “I know those women send you money every month, coffin-dodger. Where is it? Spit it out!”

This is a robbery in broad daylight!

Emrys was livid. He lunged at the young man and grabbed his collar. “How dare you try to steal an old man's money? Are you even human? You beast!”

The young man did not expect someone to lunge at him. A trace of panic flitted across his face, but he soon calmed down again.

“L-Let go of me. This is a family matter. What does this have to do with you?”

“Family matter?”

It was Emrys' turn to be confused as he turned to look at Walter.

A melancholic look manifested on Walter's face, and he sighed. “He's not lying, kid. He's no robber. He's Gavin Wahl, my adopted son.”

Gavin Wahl? Oh, it's Gavin!

Emrys had to stare at the other young man for a while before he finally recalled who he was.

No wonder he looks familiar. He's Gavin, the one who used to bully me and was beaten up by the girls. Why did Mr. Olman adopt him?

For a moment, Emrys was in a daze.

Gavin took the opportunity to struggle away from him. He coughed violently for a while before he managed to recompose himself.

“You b*stard, don't be a busybody. Since you know this is a family matter, now scram!”

Gavin shot Emrys a glare before turning to shout at Walter again.

“Grayhead, you should be giving me good food, clothes, and money for entertainment if you took me in. Why did you adopt me if you can't give me the best things in life? Where is the money those women gave you? Give it to me! What are you trying to do by hiding it? Are you trying to bring it to the grave with you? You don't have many years to live, and you need me to make the arrangements for your funeral. Who are you going to give the money to if not me? What a brainless old fart.”

The more Gavin spoke, the more he was getting out of line.

Walter's body was shaking, but he kept his head low as he endured Gavin's cursing.

Emrys could not bear to watch any longer. He raised his hand and gave Gavin a slap.

Smack!

“This slap is for your impudence and your foul mouth!”

Smack!

“This is for your ingratitude! You are a shame to humankind!”

Smack!

“And this is for your foolishness and ignorance!”

Chapter 2 The Jealousy Of Gavin

Each of the three slaps was harder and louder than the previous one.

When Emrys delivered the last slap, Gavin fell to the ground on his bottom.

Gavin was stunned.

He was bewildered.

Where did this lunatic come from?

However, he soon came back to his senses, and the veins on his neck bulged.

“F*ck you! Whether or not I'm a dutiful son is none of your business! Who do you think you are to stick your nose in my matters?”

“Who do I think I am?” Emrys shot him an icy look. “Open your damn eyes and take a good look at who I am!”

“You—”

Emrys' bellow made Gavin freeze in place, and he finally studied Emrys' face.

Then a shudder wracked his body.

The image of the skinny boy fifteen years ago started overlapping with the sight of the young man in front of him.

It was only then that Gavin realized how similar their features were.

“No... That is impossible...”

Gavin shook his head vigorously. Emrys' name was on the tip of his tongue, but he could not say the name out loud.

It was too absurd.

“Surprised?” Emrys sneered. “You bullied me so often when we were younger. You peed on my shoes, and you dirtied my clothes with watercolor. You even made me your scapegoat a few times. I ended up getting punished by Mr. Olman in your place. Have you forgotten all about that?”

Thump!

Gavin took a step back.

It's him! It really is him! The Emrys I bullied so often is back!

“Why didn't the fire kill you? Why must you come back so suddenly? Why are you here to mess up my life?”

Gavin grew agitated.

“I did everything I could to curry favor with those women, but they refused to see me as their little brother. They said you're the only one who is their little brother. I tried my best to do well around the director and succeeded in making him adopt me, but he's always talking about you and you only! I tried so hard to become you, but everyone refused to give me a chance! Which part of me isn't as good as you? Did you know how desperately I wished you were dead?”

Gavin grimaced.

Right then, rationality left him. He spun around to grab a metal rod and swung it at Emrys.

Alas, the response he received from Emrys was a lightning-swift kick.

Bam!

Before Gavin's metal rod could touch Emrys, a shoeprint appeared on his stomach, and he flew backward.

“You want to know why you won't be as good as me?” Emrys ambled over and stared down at Gavin. “It's because I won't bully the weak. It's because I'm not ungrateful. It's because my jealousy won't turn into resentment. Are these enough reasons for you?”

Emrys' last words, spoken in a soft voice, slammed into Gavin like a sledgehammer.

These were basic principles for being human, which Gavin did not possess.

Gavin was an ungrateful and jealous, despicable person who bullied the weak.

“Pfft—”

Perhaps those words were too much for Gavin as he coughed out a mouthful of blood, his face scrunching up in pain.

Emrys only stared at him. He had no pity for Gavin.

Gavin had been consumed by jealousy to the point he turned vile. He deserved no sympathy.

“Young one, are you... Are you really Emrys Lund?” Walter's shaky voice rang out all of a sudden.

When Emrys turned around, the glacial look on his face was gone, replaced by a smile. “Yes, it's me, Mr. Olman. I'm back.”

“It really is you!”

Walter's heart lurched, and he could not help but burst into tears as he hugged Emrys.

“Oh, my little Emrys, you're still alive! You're still alive... God has finally decided to spare me! I thought... I thought I killed you!”

Walter was bawling. It did not sound like one of despair but of relief.

The boy who had made him feel guilty for fifteen years was still alive.

“Yes, Mr. Olman. I'm still alive, and I'm doing good,” Emrys consoled softly, but he sensed something peculiar about Walter's mumbles. He waited until Walter calmed down before he asked, “Mr. Olman, are you hiding something from me? The fire fifteen years ago wasn't an accident, was it?”

Walter wiped his tears away. “Let bygones be bygones. Everything is fine as long as you're alive.”

His response made Emrys even surer of his speculations. In a solemn manner, he said, “Mr. Olman, if you really feel guilty about me, please tell me everything.”

Walter wanted to avoid the topic, but he knew he could not hide it from Emrys anymore when he saw Emrys' somber look. Slowly, he told Emrys what had happened.

As it turned out, there was indeed something strange about the fire fifteen years ago.

Back then, Prime Realty had been interested in the land where Sunshine Children's Home was. They had met with Walter multiple times in an attempt to force him to agree to sell the land at a low price.

However, Walter was strong-willed. No matter what Prime Realty did, he refused to sign the contract.

Left without a choice, the person in charge of Prime Realty threatened Walter and warned him that he would suffer the consequences of not giving in.

The next day after that, a fire broke out in the orphanage.

Walter suspected that the fire was an act of revenge by Prime Realty, but he could not find any evidence of their involvement.

After that fire, Emrys disappeared.

Walter thought he had indirectly killed Emrys, so he soon quit his job and adopted Gavin, who was about the same age as Emrys.

He tried to alleviate his guilt toward Emrys by giving Gavin everything he could. Alas, he ended up spoiling Gavin and made Gavin a greedy individual who asked for money from him every few days.

It used to be a small sum, so he had said nothing about it. However, this time, Gavin was asking for two hundred thousand.

There was no way Walter would give it to him, so that made Gavin hurl abuses at him.

Dead silence took over after Walter finished telling the story.

When he lifted his head to glance at Emrys, he was taken aback by the terrifying, frigid look in Emrys' dark eyes.

Prime Realty. You made me leave my hometown for fifteen years. You nearly killed me in the fire. You nearly made me lose my found family! How should I settle this score with you?

Chapter 3 I Am Back

Emrys could feel the fury rising within him, like a storm building in the distance. His torrent of emotion was waiting to be unleashed.

Sensing his wrath, Walter gently caressed his cheek to console him.

“I'm telling you this so I can be honest and not hide anything from you. I don't want you to do anything foolish.”

He had been afraid to tell Emrys the truth, fearing he would cause trouble for Prime Realty. There was no point in doing so because the forces behind the organization were terrifying.

Emrys was pulled back to reality when the old man's wrinkled palm stroked his cheek. “I'm sorry for giving you a scare, Mr. Olman.”

“Promise me you'll let go of the past, okay?” Walter pleaded.

“Don't worry, Mr. Olman. I won't do anything foolish,” Emrys said, suppressing his anger.

“You're a good kid.” Walter sighed in relief. Suddenly remembering something, he smiled. “The girls will be overjoyed if they know you're still alive.”

Emrys' heart lurched as he asked, “Are they doing fine?”

“They're doing well. They have their own careers, and they send me money every month. I have their photos here too.”

Photos?

Emrys' eyes lit up. It had been fifteen years since he had seen them. He wondered what they looked like now and whether they had grown even more beautiful.

Of course, no matter how they looked, they were the women he loved most in his life.

Walter entered the house and carefully retrieved a stack of photos from the drawer.

Filled with anticipation, Emrys eagerly spread the photos out and took a quick glance. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

“T-They're really my sisters?” The man could not believe his eyes, not because his sisters were ugly, but because they were too beautiful. Each one of them looked like a goddess.

Walter grinned and remarked, “Your sisters are not only beautiful but also highly successful.”

Somehow, Emrys believed the old man's words.

As the two were chatting, Gavin, who had caught his breath, suddenly crawled miserably to Walter's feet.

“Mr. Olman, please give me two hundred thousand. I really need the money,” he begged.

Clearly, he was preparing to play the sympathy card.

Walter had been chatting happily with Emrys, but Gavin's words instantly ruined his good mood. “You unfilial child! How dare you ask me for money?”

“It's not like that, Mr. Olman. It's because I... I—”

“Hurry up and speak your mind,” Walter interrupted before Gavin could think of an explanation. “Did you get into any trouble outside?”

Seeing that he could not hide the truth, Gavin bit the bullet and confessed, “I owe the casino money. They threatened to cut off my hand if I didn't pay back within a week.”

“What! How dare you go to the casino? I'll kill you, you b*stard!” Walter was enraged when he heard that Gavin owed money at the casino. He grabbed a broom and started beating him with it.

Instead of dodging, Gavin pleaded, “I must have gone insane, but it has already happened. I honestly can't come up with a solution, which is why I'm asking you for money.”

“You damn thing! Are you trying to drive me crazy?” Walter bellowed.

Just then, a clear and cold voice came from afar. “Gavin, I warned you not to make Mr. Olman angry again. Why do you keep disobeying my instructions?”

A tall and slender woman walked over from outside the courtyard.

Her long, shiny hair was coiled high behind her head, exposing her grace and poise. She had stunning features and a cold and sophisticated attitude.

The white and elegant clothing could not hide her curvaceous figure. She exuded goddess-like grace.

She's so beautiful!

At first glance, Emrys was deeply attracted to the mysterious woman. His eyes glistened as he admired her good looks.

That's my eldest sister!

The woman was none other than Emrys' eldest sister, Cordelia Youngblood, whom he hadn't seen in fifteen years.

Compared to the photo Emrys had seen earlier, Cordelia was even more beautiful in person, but she was also more aloof.

Cordelia and Emrys looked at each other at the same time.

In that moment of eye contact, Cordelia's delicate body trembled slightly. There was a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes. However, she quickly recollected herself as if nothing had happened.

“For Mr. Olman's sake, I'll help you for the last time. If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll break your legs.” In order to prevent Walter from being upset, Cordelia wrote a check for two hundred thousand and threw it at Gavin.

Gavin was wild with joy. “Thank you, Delia.”

“Don't call me that. It disgusts me,” the woman spat.

“Haha...” Gavin smiled shamelessly. It didn't matter how he was treated now that he had the money.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Emrys uttered, “Delia, it's me.”

After five years of military service, the man's iron-blooded character had already been forged. Even when facing a million-strong army, he had never shown any fear.

However, at that moment, he felt jittery having to face his eldest sister.

Even an iron man could be tender.

Emrys' weak spot was his seven sisters.

Cordelia froze as she recalled memories of her beloved younger brother from fifteen years ago.

She stiffly turned to look at the somewhat familiar face, her voice trembling as she spoke. “You are... You are...”

Cordelia could not believe her eyes.

When she first entered and saw Emrys, she immediately felt that the young man resembled her brother, who had died in a fire.

However, she didn't dare to acknowledge him, as she was afraid of being disappointed.

Even though Emrys called her “Delia” with such a similar tone and expression, she still couldn't believe the man was her brother.

Walter smiled and said, “Cordelia, he is your little brother, Emrys. He has returned.”

“Emrys...” The woman was lost in her thoughts for a moment.

Is my little brother, Emrys, really back?

“Delia, it's me. I'm back.” Emrys smiled warmly and stepped forward to give his eldest sister a hug.

Cordelia's body instantly tensed up, and a hint of resistance flashed through her cold eyes. However, her actions were subtle and not particularly obvious.

“Emrys, you're finally back! I'm so happy!” Despite her celebratory words, she stepped back and broke free from Emrys' embrace.

Emrys was stunned, as his eldest sister's reaction was somewhat unexpected. She wasn't as excited as he had imagined, nor did she ask how he survived the fire.

Instead, they were like two old friends greeting each other respectfully, having not seen each other in a long time.

Have we really grown apart after fifteen years?

Emrys frowned as he thought of a serious question. He wondered if Cordelia had already started her own family and was trying to avoid complications.

After all, even though they called each other siblings, they didn't have any blood relation.

If that were the case, Emrys could only sincerely wish her well.

Walter, who was oblivious to the tense mood, enthusiastically escorted them to a seat so they could catch up on their lives.

Throughout the conversation, Cordelia did not ask Emrys anything about his life.

The bitter sensation in Emrys' heart grew stronger.

Maybe we have really grown apart!

Chapter 4 Meet Their Doom

They chatted for around half an hour before Cordelia got to her feet. “Mr. Olman, I'm heading back to Cordelia Group. I'll pay you a visit another time.”

“Okay. You should focus on your business. I'm doing fine here,” Walter said happily.

“If Gavin upsets you again, let me know. I'll teach him a lesson.” After bidding Walter goodbye, Cordelia turned to Emrys. “Come with me. I need to talk to you.”

Emrys nodded and walked out behind her silently.

Outside, there was a Porsche 911 parked by the road, with the driver waiting aside.

“Get in,” Cordelia said curtly.

Emrys hopped into the backseat and immediately felt an icy gaze directed at him. It came from Cordelia.

Emrys felt a chill go down his spine.

What's wrong? Why is Delia acting this way? Even if we last met fifteen years ago, there is no good reason for her to be so distant and unwelcoming toward me.

“Be honest with me. What is your motive for approaching Mr. Olman?” Cordelia demanded icily.

Motive?

Her question caught Emrys by surprise. “Delia, what are you talking about?”

Cordelia fixed her gaze on him, her expression stern and impatient. “Enough with the act. I don't have that much time to waste on you. Just tell me how much you want!”

It was obvious to Emrys that Cordelia was hostile toward him as she thought he was an impostor.

Interesting.

A smile nudged Emrys' lips as he decided to trick her. He leaned against the chair lazily.

“Why didn't you expose me in front of Mr. Olman if you know I'm an imposter?”

I was right. He is an imposter.

Cordelia's gaze grew increasingly icy.

As Emrys had expected, she didn't believe that he was still alive. Although revealing the truth would have been easier, she had chosen to keep silent, as she didn't want to let Walter down.

Cordelia felt terrible to see Walter's health deteriorating over the years, but she couldn't do anything about it.

It had been more than a decade since she had last seen him beam with such joy, and she found it impossible to shatter the blissful moment by revealing the truth.

Of course, there was no need to explain things to the imposter. Instead of answering Emrys' question, she merely glared at him.

Emrys gave a nonchalant shrug. “Give me a ride home, will you? I'm actually headed in the same direction as you.”

With that, he closed his eyes.

Cordelia had no choice but to tell the driver to drive.

The Porsche sped away, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes in its wake. Not a word was spoken throughout the journey, and the tension in the vehicle was palpable.

Cordelia's expression remained frosty the entire time.

Around twenty minutes later, she suddenly frowned and said, “This is not the way to Cordelia Group.”

However, the driver ignored her and continued driving.

A sense of foreboding crept into Cordelia's chest.

Before long, the car rolled to a stop in a spacious area.

The driver, Simon Hall, turned around and flashed a smile. “Ms. Youngblood, please understand that I'm merely doing my job.”

“What is this?” Cordelia's eyes were cold.

“Nothing. You'll only have to play along and allow me to take several pictures of you. I won't harm you if you cooperate with me.”

After locking the doors, he pulled out a camera and a sharp knife from beneath his seat.

“Ms. Youngblood, I believe you're smart enough to make the right decision.”

A smirk flitted across Simon's lips as he looked at Emrys. “Young man, you're in luck today. Many people lust over this gorgeous CEO, and you'll be lucky enough to see her naked body today.”

It was obvious that he was planning to take nude photos of Cordelia.

Instead of yelling for help, Cordelia stared at Simon. “Are you in cahoots with Allure Group? Or is Zachary in cahoots with Allure Group?”

For years, Cordelia Group and Allure Group had been fierce competitors in the beauty products industry.

Cordelia Group was about to get listed. If any compromising photos of Cordelia were to be leaked online, it could cause irreparable damage to the reputation of the organization.

Zachary Lawson was the HR manager of Cordelia Group, who had hired this new driver for Cordelia.

Simon was surprised. “I've heard stories about your intelligence and courage, and now I'm finally getting the chance to witness them for myself!”

His answer served to confirm Cordelia's guess.

Chortling gaily, Simon said, “Ms. Youngblood, I'm a gentleman who cannot bring myself to humiliate someone as gorgeous as you. Why don't you take off your clothes yourself? If you force me to take action, I'm afraid I'll go beyond taking photos.”

He had anticipated that Cordelia would not surrender without a fight. There was an unmistakable glimmer of desire and avarice in his eyes.

Suddenly, Simon felt a strong grip on his wrist. He quickly looked up to see Emrys shooting daggers at him.

“How dare you bully Delia in front of me? Do you have a death wish?” Emrys' voice was as cold as his gaze.

Having spent five years on the battlefield, Emrys had seen so much that his powers of observation were heightened to a remarkable degree. He was capable of recognizing the slightest hint of malicious intent in anyone's eyes.

From the moment he first laid eyes on the driver, the latter's unsteady gaze had caused him to sense that something wasn't quite right. That was why he had asked Cordelia to give him a ride.

Indeed, the driver had an ulterior motive.

“Watch it, young man!” Simon's expression darkened. “Isn't a free show enough? You want more, huh?”

He tried to retract his arm. To his horror, Emrys' grip was as firm as steel.

Crack!

Simon felt an intense pain in his wrist as his bone was crushed. The knife that had been in his hand just moments before dropped to the ground.

“Ow!”

Simon had no idea that Emrys' fingers were strong enough to crush his bone easily.

He let out an agonized scream.

Tossing the camera away, he unlocked the doors and fled the scene.

However, he soon felt pain flaring up his legs, and he crumpled to the ground.

The culprits were two uneven pebbles, which had embedded themselves in the back of his knees.

What the f*ck did he do? Ah!

Riveting terror swept through Simon, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

“I can't even bear to bully Delia. Who are you to take advantage of her?”

Emrys strode forward and gave Simon's injury a forceful kick.

“Ow!” Another scream pierced the air, and Simon fainted from the excruciating pain.

Anyone who crossed Emrys' limit would meet their doom.

Emrys' limit was none other than the seven ladies. Those who dared to lay a hand on them would have to face Sky Devourer Lord's wrath.

If they were in battle, Simon would've been dead by now.

Cordelia got out of the car and stood behind Emrys. Her lashes trembled when she saw how intimidating he was.

“Who on earth are you?” she asked.

Suddenly, Emrys spun around and took off his pants. At the same time, he pinned Cordelia to the ground.

“Delia, I'm sorry!”

“Mmph!”

Chapter 5 The Birthmark

Cordelia was absolutely petrified and humiliated.

After Emrys helped her gallantly, Cordelia had come to view him in an entirely different light. She was no longer averse to the idea of becoming friends with him even though he wasn't her little brother. That was why she had talked to him.

Never in her wildest dreams did she know he'd do this to her.

She felt as if she had escaped from a pack of wolves but ended up in the tiger's den.

Cordelia struggled to free herself, but she stopped in shock at the sight displayed before her.

Emrys had a secret. There was a birthmark shaped like a bolt of purple lightning on his inner thigh.

Everyone in the orphanage knew about it, including his seven sisters.

Upon seeing the bolt of purple lightning, Cordelia immediately knew that the young man was none other than Emrys, whom she had last met fifteen years ago.

“I can't believe it's you, Rys! I thought I'd never see you again!”

Cordelia leaped to her feet and flung her arms around Emrys, her body shaking with emotion as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Emrys' nose stung, too.

Nothing has changed. Delia is still the same person. Fifteen years later, we're still as close as ever instead of growing distant.

Feeling touched, Emrys swore to do his best to protect her.

Something doesn't feel right.

Soon, Emrys realized what was wrong. He chuckled bitterly and said, “Delia, let me put on my pants.”

Cordelia's cheeks flushed red as she shot him a glare. “Why are you shy? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before.”

“Delia, there's someone else here,” Emrys reminded her.

“Oh!”

Cordelia belatedly realized that they weren't alone.

She hurriedly ran over to check on Simon and discovered he was still unconscious. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.

Simon was completely oblivious to the fact that he had missed out on a priceless scene.

The engine of the Porsche 911 roared to life again.

This time, Emrys was the driver, while Cordelia occupied the passenger seat.

It had been years since they last met, so they naturally had a lot to talk about.

Cordelia was filled with a burning curiosity to discover how Emrys had managed to escape the fire and where he had been for the last fifteen years.

Emrys recounted his past to her but didn't mention anything about spending five years at war. Instead, he told her he had spent the last fifteen years cultivating with the elderly friar on the mountain.

After listening to his story, Cordelia gave him a look. “Are you telling me a fairytale?”

Naturally, she refused to believe his story, as it sounded ridiculous.

Despite his best efforts, he could do nothing to convince Cordelia and was left feeling deflated.

Fortunately, Cordelia didn't press on. She said excitedly, “I wonder how the other ladies will feel when they discover that you're still alive and have grown into a handsome young lad.”

Emrys chuckled. “Keep this a secret from them. I want to surprise them one by one.”

“What a naughty boy,” Cordelia said as a knowing smile flitted across her lips.

Time flew by quickly as they chatted nonstop. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Cordelia Group.

Everyone was astonished to see the two of them entering the Cordelia Group building while cheerfully conversing with each other.

They had never seen the ice queen being that intimate with another man. It was a heartbreaking sight.

Countless people were destined to have sleepless nights ahead of them.

The first thing Cordelia did after returning to her office was to fire Zachary, the HR manager.

She never beat around the bush.

That was how decisive she was.

The position of HR manager was now vacant. Cordelia gave Emrys a wink and asked, “Emrys, are you interested in becoming a manager? It will be fun!”

Emrys chuckled bitterly and shook his head. “No, thank you. I know nothing about managing a company.”

Despite being Sky Devourer Lord, who was in charge of Thirty-six Sky Generals, he knew it was different from managing a company.

One would only need to be exceptionally strong to manage Sky Devourer, but managing a company was different, as it involved various rules and systems.

Emrys wasn't good at that.

Cordelia said, “It's fine. You're just the manager in name. If you need help, just let Angelina know.”

Angelina Gardner was Cordelia's secretary. They were close to each other. In the office, they were professional and respectful, but outside of work, they were practically inseparable friends.

Hearing that, Emrys had no choice but to agree. After all, he could move on anytime if the job wasn't to his liking.

They were chatting when Angelina came into the office.

Angelina was a stunning woman in her mid-twenties. She entered the room with her sophisticated, business-casual outfit emphasizing her curvy shape. Her legs were tastefully covered in sheer black stockings, and her pink sunglasses were the perfect accessory to cover the mole at the corner of her eye.

Angelina was a gorgeous lady, and her looks were second to Cordelia in the company.

However, Emrys merely glanced at her briefly before looking away. To him, no lady was comparable to his seven sisters.

“Come in, Angelina. Let me introduce you to someone,” Cordelia said happily. “This is my younger brother, Emrys Lund. I was thinking he could be the new HR manager. What do you think?”

Angelina glanced at Emrys with a thoughtful look on her face.

A while ago, Angelina had heard her colleagues gossiping about their CEO bringing a pretty boy to her office.

Naturally, she had been skeptical of what she had heard. Cordelia was discerning and selective, so she refused to believe that she had actually succumbed to a romantic attachment.

It looks like she has succumbed to her desires.

“Ms. Youngblood, I don't know if I should say this.”

They might be best friends, but Angelina would always address Cordelia as “Ms. Youngblood” at work.

Cordelia replied cheerfully, “We're all friends here, so go ahead!”

Angelina pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and spoke firmly. “I believe it's in the company's best interest to maintain the vacancy in the upper management, specifically the HR manager. After all, we are in the process of becoming publicly listed. Taking on Mr. Lund in this role may be unwise, so I suggest we reconsider this decision.”

“Oh? How so?”

Angelina pondered over her question before eventually answering, “Reputation.”

“Do you also think that Emrys is my toy boy?” Cordelia was smart enough to realize what she meant.

“I'm not alone. That's what everyone thought.”

The company was about to get listed, so the company's reputation would suffer if word got out that Cordelia had fired a seasoned employee just to let her toy boy take over the position.

Cordelia knew that, but instead of offering any further explanation, she simply waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “I have decided. Emrys is going to be our HR manager from this day forward. Angelina, why don't you take him around?”

Chapter 1 If There Is a Next Life

On the rooftop of Starlight Tower, on the terrace.

In the dim and dilapidated utility room, Kate Lowe was covered in scars and huddled in the corner. Her hands and feet were firmly bound by iron chains, her clothes were tattered, and the high temperature of summer caused the wounds on her body to become inflamed and pus-filled, constantly oozing blood. Flies and mosquitoes swarmed around her and constantly sucked on the exposed and decaying flesh.

The look in her eyes had become somewhat disoriented. The days full of torment had driven her to the point of despair.

Creak!

The door of the utility room suddenly opened.

The glaring sunlight poured in, and Kate instinctively squinted her eyes. She had not seen bright light in a long time, so her eyes were stimulated to have tears.

"Oh, Simon, look at her! This b*tch is so lucky. It's been three days, and she's still alive."

A mocking voice rang out. The words were filled with endless malice and sarcasm.

Kate's body suddenly stiffened. She ignored the glaring sunlight as she looked towards the door. Her expression was one of shock.

Standing in the backlight at the door of the utility room were a man and a woman. The woman was wearing a fiery red dress with big, wavy curls and exquisite makeup on her face. She looked down on Kate with disdain and mockery.

Simon Bishop was dressed in a well-tailored, dark grey suit. He had a handsome face and looked at Kate with the same cold and disdainful gaze. The corner of his mouth lifted into a cold and mocking smile. Simon said, "Whether she lives or dies, the outcome is the same."

"If she died, she would actually be off the hook easily. This time, we need to let her taste the feeling of being shattered into pieces. Hehe!"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. She strode arrogantly in high heels towards the dishevelled Kate, huddled in the corner. She looked at her, and a triumphant smile appeared on her face. She taunted, "Look at you! Where is the noble and elegant Ms. Lowe?

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your family no longer exists."

She smirked, took out her phone, and waved it in front of Kate's eyes. "Did you see this? This is your oldest brother. He's been hacked to death on the street."

The victim on the screen was covered in knife wounds and completely disfigured. The blood was spread several meters away. His handsome face was unrecognisable, but his eyes refused to close even in death.

She lightly slid the screen with her fingers, which were painted with red nail polish, and continued, "And your second brother, he was so eager to find you that he and his car were crushed by a dump truck. Hmm ... I guess this pile of flesh is him."

That woman pointed to the horrifying scene of the car accident on the screen, where the car was crushed by the dump truck, now stacked like paper. There was a pool of blood on the ground, which was glaringly red.

"As for your third brother, he jumped off from the 18th floor to save you—his body had broken into pieces."

Kate stared blankly. Her brain seemed to shut down. All that was in front of her was a glaring red. The woman's voice continued.

"Meanwhile, your parents drove off the bridge and drowned together. Their bodies were just dredged this morning.

"Kate, your whole family died because of you. When is your turn to go to hell?"

She covered her mouth and watched the trembling figure in the corner. Tears of blood had rolled down Kate's eyes. She howled and screamed like a madwoman. That woman smiled even more brightly and continued, "After all, if you live, how can Simon and I take over the entire Lowe Group?"

"Arghhh! Arghhh! Arghhh!"

Kate howled and screamed desperately again, tears of blood dripping from her eyes. The iron chains clanged as she pulled them, but they cut deeper into her flesh.

Kate had understood everything when Simon and Ruth Robertson showed up together and looked at her with disgust, informing her of her family's death.

All of this was a trap set by Simon and Ruth to take control of her company.

It was a pity that she was deceived by her boyfriend and best friend for years. She had brought them into the company so that they got opportunities to destroy the Lowe Group.

"Oh, by the way, I have a more interesting video here."

Ruth looked at Kate, who was screaming in agony. Her laughter became more berserk as she pressed the play button.

Her face was filled with satisfaction from venting her hatred and looked intently at Kate.

It was this woman that had someone tie up Kate, beat and torture her nearly to death, cut out her tongue, and lock her in the utility room on the top floor of the Starlight Tower. Kate was barely clinging to life. However, Ruth left her eyes untouched, just so Kate could witness the tragic ends of those who cared for her, loved her, and protected her.

...

An abandoned factory.

Dressed in a black suit, a gorgeous, handsome man with crimson eyes tightly pressed his lips. He tried to suppress the rage and killing intent in his eyes. His voice trembled and hoarse as he asked, "Where's Kate?"

Simon casually sat at his opposite. He burst into laughter at the question. His face was full of pleasure. He looked disdainfully at the aloof man and said, "Eric, come on. Beg me."

"If you do it, I might tell you where Kate is."

Without hesitation, the dignified man leaned forward and folded his hands. His voice was filled with suppressed pain as he asked, "Please tell me where Kate is!"

Simon was stunned for a moment, then he burst into hysterical laughter.

Woah! Just look at that!

Eric Davison, the man who was all-powerful and influential in Capital City, is actually begging me humbly.

Every cell in his body was screaming with delight. A smile appeared on Simon's face. He sneered, deliberately elongating his tone, and said, "Kate? She said she hated you. You caused the tragic deaths of her family. She never wants to see you again in her life!

"She said she hates your face. Why don't you destroy your face? If you do it, I can plead for you and let her see you."

A dagger was thrown in front of Eric. The sharp blade shimmered with cold light.

Eric picked up the dagger and ruthlessly drew a few lines on his face. Blood gushed out instantly, and it ruined his once beautiful face. Despite the pain, Eric didn't frown. He simply stared at Simon, who looks paranoid and crazy. He calmly demanded, "I want to see her."

Simon was shocked by Eric's actions. He showed a hint of fear and disgust on his face. He coldly pointed to a dark door on the side and said, "She's inside. Go find her."

Eric pushed the door open without hesitation, but instead of Kate, he was met with a chilling blade.

Hidden inside the door were assassins hired by Simon. They took advantage of Eric's unpreparedness to strike him; each attack was meant to kill him.

Kate watched in shock as Eric fought desperately against several men and gradually lost ground. The hatred and guilt in her heart reached peak. She felt as if her heart were being stabbed and stirred with a knife, causing unbearable pain.

Eric had died.

Kate watched helplessly as that god-like man died in front of her. His body was abandoned in the wilderness to be torn apart by wild dogs.

"Now it's your turn, Kate."

There was malice in Ruth's voice as she looked at Kate, who was cowering on the ground with hollow eyes and lacked the will to survive. She smiled even more brightly.

Kate thought herself as a sinner.

She was blind to right and wrong. That mistake caused harm to her loved ones and the man who loved her to the core.

She was the one who should go to hell, not them!

No, the ones who should go to hell were Ruth and Simon.

Kate's eyes burst with intense hatred. Simon unlocked the chains to drag her out. Kate rushed at Simon and bit his neck fiercely like a madwoman.

"Arghhh!"

Simon screamed in agony. He struggled to break free while cursing, "You witch!"

He repeatedly struck Kate's head with his elbow, causing excruciating pain. The tragic scenes of her life kept flashing before her eyes.

If there is a next life ...

If there is a next life!!

She will never let Ruth and Simon, these despicable individuals, get away with it! She'll never make the same mistakes again and allow her loved ones to meet a tragic end.

Her fragile body was no match for the strength of Ruth and Simon. Kate's body was dragged to the edge of the rooftop and mercilessly pushed off.

Bang!

The blood slowly flowed out on the ground. The color was vividly red.

Chapter 2 I Don't Want a Divorce

At midnight.

Kate shuddered awake from a nightmare. She felt disoriented and terrified as she opened her eyes. Subconsciously, she started to look around. Then, she suddenly froze in shock.

The layout of the room was incredibly familiar, it was her room back in Summer Estate!

But wasn't she supposed to be dead?

Pushed off the rooftop by Ruth and Simon, her body had shattered into pieces!

Could it be ... she was reborn?

Realising this, Kate's pupils constricted. She quickly lifted the blanket from her body and jumped out of bed, Not bothering to put on slippers. She ran out barefoot and pushed open the door at the end of the corridor.

As the door opened, she saw a man with his shirtless back facing the door.

There was a faint smell of blood lingered in the air. He turned his face upon hearing the movement. His deep gaze falling on the shocked Kate. That man was stunned, then his handsome face darkened slightly. He asked sarcastically, "What else do you want to do? Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

He exuded a cold and strong aura. His eyes dark and intense as he stared at Kate. It had a strong sense of oppression and it seemed to blend with the dark night, making it impossible to read his emotions.

Kate stared blankly at the man in front of her.

He was the man who had once made her hate and fear. In her previous life, she had been deceived by Ruth and Simon, believing that Eric was plotting against Lowe Group and using paranoid means to keep her by his side. She considered Eric terrifying and devilish. Every waking minute, she wanted to escape his confinement. However, when she was on the verge of death, she realised how much this man had sacrificed for her.

He even willing to sacrifice his life for her.

And now, he sat against the light, a simple bandage wrapped around his left shoulder, but blood still seeped through the bandage. Despite this, his expression remained indifferent, as if the injury was not affecting him at all.

Kate's pupils contracted.

She remembered!
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Click to READ more👉👉Title：Reborn of Kate

The world's top assassin turned out to be a 17-year-old girl!
Chapter 1 Die Together
Brookhaven.
A solitary island, isolated from the world by the vast ocean.
A secret and inhumane underground laboratory lay hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary island.
In the research room filled with potions and high-tech equipment, the girl was no longer on the narrow single bed. Only four bloody handcuffs remained, hanging at the four corners of the bed.
"Blood Shadow is missing!"
The disappearance of the girl from the bed in the surveillance footage made the operator in front of the screen panic.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the control room changed dramatically. Their eyes were all focused on the screen, the numerous small squares of surveillance footage of the girl, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They quickly searched for the girl's trace in the numerous small squares of surveillance footage but found no sign.

The guards, who had fallen in the corridor at some unknown time, threw them into chaos.

"Activate the security system to search for Blood Shadow immediately. We can't let her escape, or none of us will survive."

The system was activated. A vast blue projection filled with dense data appeared mid-air, resembling a sprawling net when it flickered.

"Quick, release the NT34 smoke. Use any feasible methods to capture her, regardless of the cost!"

Upon receiving the order, numerous spray devices appeared on the solid walls, releasing poisonous gas.

Numerous armed men in black with gas masks moved cautiously through the laboratory filled with poisonous gas.

The sound of necks being twisted and bones breaking echoed in the smoke, sending shivers down their spines. The screams were abruptly silenced.

Under the invisible smoke, bodies piled up.

"Notify Professor Luke and his team to enter the safe zone immediately."

"Zzz... " The equipment suddenly emitted several electric currents.

The next moment, all the equipment was destroyed. The electric current burned the operation table, sparking a burst of sparks, and the equipment emitted a burnt smell, causing everyone to retreat and stay away from the operation table.

The surveillance footage was completely destroyed. The entire laboratory lost its essential surveillance control, and the alarm sounded.

Everyone was horrified.

The communication device transmitted an urgent report. "All professors and researchers have been killed, and Professor Luke is missing."

"Blood Shadow must have killed Professor Luke!"

"Let's retreat. No one here can match Blood Shadow. Most of the genes have been successfully extracted. We have to take the data and run!"

"Let's make a decision quickly before Blood Shadow finds out!"

The control room was in chaos. The leader finally spoke, "Take all the data and evacuate immediately. Prepare to detonate. The higher-ups have ordered that once the gene extraction is successful. Blood Shadow must be killed."

Just then, with a "boom," the metal door of the control room was blasted open.

The entire laboratory shook, and the explosion temporarily deafened everyone. The flames mixed with metal fragments frightened them, causing them to duck and cover.

The door was in ruins.

From the ruins, a thin figure stepped forward, covered in blood, with a momentum that could destroy the world.

Everyone saw the newcomer when the smoke cleared as if they were witnessing a demon or death.

"She's Bl ... Blood Shadow."

The girl slowly raised her face. Her bloodthirsty eyes stared at the people in the control room who were scared to move.

Her long hair spread out, her gaze was as cold as a knife, and her stunning face covered in blood resembled a ghost of death.

That girl was the Blood Shadow they talked about.

A killer who dominated the world of assassins, making all other killers avoid her and causing high-ranking officials to tremble with fear.

She raised her arm slightly and discarded the object in her hand like trash.

When everyone saw what was rolling on the ground, their legs went so weak that it was Professor Luke's head.

It had been severed and rolled to the ground, with blood trailing wherever it went. The two wide-open eyes on the head didn't have time to close and stared at them. This scene gave everyone a suffocating feeling.

The leader regained his senses, trembling as he took out a black detonator and threatened, "Bl ... Blood Shadow, we have implanted a chip in your brain. As long as I detonate it, you will turn to ashes in thirty seconds. You'd better not act rashly."

The girl's cold voice slowly sounded, "Thirty seconds is enough to kill all of you."

"We are just following orders. It's Dark Shadow who wanted us to do this. Every debt has its debtor. Please let us go." Everyone immediately begged for mercy when they saw that Blood Shadow was not afraid.

Dark Shadow?

She laughed loudly, and a hint of mockery flowed in her bloodthirsty eyes, filled with hatred.

Dark Shadow, the largest and most potent assassin organisation in the world, cultivated one desperate killer after another through its brutal training methods.

And she, Blood Shadow, was one of them.

Unlike others, she was the only one Dark Shadow took when she was still an infant. She became the youngest yet most talented trainee in the entire Assassin organisation.

After thirteen years of abnormal training, she began undertaking one extreme mission after another when she was fourteen.

At seventeen, she secured the top spot on the world's assassin list under the "Blood Shadow" codename, a position no one could challenge.

In her six-year career as a top killer, she set one unbreakable record after another and held countless formidable identities. She became a legendary myth in the Dark Shadow and the Assassin world with zero defeats.

Even the retired men from the organisation were no match for her. Her talent was envied by others.

Because of her strength, the organisation began to fear her and wanted her death.

The organisation wanted to extract her genes to clone another, or even countless Blood Shadows, to replace her and serve the organisation.

She was not forced to come here, but voluntarily.

Out of gratitude for the organisation's years of nurturing, she was willing to provide part of her genes to strengthen the organisation.

But she didn't expect them to extract all her genes, clone an exact copy of her, and then kill her to eliminate any future trouble.

Blood Shadow couldn't help but shake her head.

Although she was strong enough to stand independently and lacked neither wealth nor power, she had never been disloyal to the organisation.

She didn't expect her terrifying growth rate would give the organisation ideas to use and kill her.

Blood Shadow laughed at herself when she thought about it.

The organisation had warned her not to have feelings since childhood. But in the end, her compassion was directed at her own people, and they hurt her.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Those who take cold-blooded ruthlessness to the extreme are still the people in the organisation."

Blood Shadow was momentarily distracted. The leader saw his chance and quietly pressed the detonator in his hand. Then he retreated.

Blood Shadow noticed his movement. With one look, she scared the leader into a panic.

She didn't move, but she also took out a detonator under the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Do you recognise this detonator? Professor Luke told me you buried a hundred pounds of TNT in the laboratory."

"Let's go to hell together."

Her voice sent shivers down their spines as it was filled with an icy coldness.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, she pressed the detonator.

The leader now regretted not immediately eliminating her, foolishly hoping to capture her and continue extracting all her genetic material.

With a resounding explosion, flames soared into the sky, and the wicked island sank to the ocean floor, taking with it the girl who had achieved countless triumphs in her life.

Chapter 2 Rebirth, Isabelle Jenkins

Norward City.

In a modest ward of the affiliated hospital.

"My daughter suffered a concussion from a fall, and your school is only willing to pay this much? What if she develops any long-term effects and can't continue her studies? Her life would be ruined. Who will take responsibility for that?! I'm telling you, if you don't pay at least fifteen thousand dollars today, we'll meet at the police station. I'll ensure everyone knows how your school handles these situations and that your school can't continue to operate."

"Mrs. Jenkins, can you please be reasonable? Your daughter is not a young child who needs constant supervision from teachers. Besides, your daughter fell down the stairs because she is overweight. The responsibility lies entirely with her. The school has done its best by paying half of the medical expenses.

"Your daughter's academic performance is poor. She is at the bottom of the class and lacks the motivation to improve. Moreover, she negatively impacts other students' studies. Students have complained to me more than once. A few days ago, she even started dating and brought breakfast to a male student, seriously damaging the school's atmosphere. That boy's parents have come to me."

With her hands on her hips, Eleanor Dawson said shrewishly, "So, you're saying that your school doesn't want to pay, right?"

The argument escalated.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Eleanor and her husband, the homeroom teacher, and the head teacher fell silent, looking at the overweight girl on the hospital bed.

Blood Shadow sat up from the bed and pressed her aching temples. The frail bed creaked under her movement.

The intense pain spread from the back of her head to her entire body, causing her to frown and adjust slowly.

Suddenly, Blood Shadow sensed something. Her massaging motion suddenly stopped. The next moment, she widened her eyes.

She didn't die?

She quickly scanned the ward. Her gaze fell on the four ordinary-looking people standing at the foot of her bed.

"Who are you?"

Blood Shadow's eyes narrowed when she spoke. This was not her voice. She immediately touched her throat but noticed the thick arm she had raised.

She furrowed her brow deeply.

What's going on?

The four people were stunned in response to her question.

Eleanor directly rushed at the teacher and made a fuss. She said, "Look at what my daughter has become. Your school only pays a small amount for medical expenses. You're simply inhuman and heartless!"

The homeroom teacher, a man in his forties wearing black glasses, was flustered. He replied, "Mrs. Jenkins, please calm down."

"Isabelle, I'm your dad. Don't you recognise me?"

"Isabelle, don't scare me. Are you still not fully awake? Take a good look at who we are."

However, the girl just stared at her thick arm.

At that moment, the TV reported, "A solitary island in Brookhaven exploded at 7.10 this morning ... "

Blood Shadow looked at the TV.

Before she could react, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her suddenly poured in, causing her to furrow her brow.

Eleanor was causing a fuss with the homeroom teacher over money while her husband and the head teacher expressed concern.

Her head was throbbing with pain. She couldn't bear it any longer and said, "All of you, please get out!"

"Stop making noise. Isabelle just woke up. Let her rest. If there's anything, let's talk outside." Isabelle's father finally stood up and called the incessantly loud Eleanor out of the ward.

The ward finally quieted down. Blood Shadow maintained an extraordinary calm and smelled the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.

Eleanor's loud voice echoed in the corridor outside.

Blood Shadow entered the bathroom and spent more than ten minutes looking at her unfamiliar face in the mirror. Her features were quite clear. Although her body was fat, her face was not too chubby, and her skin was fair and radiant.

If she lost weight, she would look pretty good.

"Isabelle."

After a while, the girl said that name in front of the mirror.

This name seemed to have a connection to her.

A soul rebirth?

This was not difficult to accept, as she had already witnessed many strange things.

After just standing for ten minutes, her body already felt strained. Her legs were weak, not only because of the impact on her head but also due to the lack of exercise, resulting in physical weakness.

Blood Shadow wanted to know how this body managed to be both bulky and frail.

What a pity. Her body, as strong as an iron wall, was blown to pieces. After years of intense training, it became food for the fish in the ocean in the end.

Blood Shadow closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she had fully embraced this new body and identity.

Isabelle.

It sounded good. It's much more human than Blood Shadow.

She returned to the ward. The corridor outside was quiet. The doctor entered and brought the medical record to check on her. "Are you Isabelle?"

She lifted her bright eyes and responded, "Yes, that's me."

Taragon City, the Harris Residence.

In a study room decorated in a low-key yet luxurious manner, a man sat at his desk with a document in front of him.

"What a pity," that man murmured.

His voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with regret.

A moment later, he sighed again. "Such a waste of a genius." This time, his lament was more straightforward.

His gaze fell on the document. The name on it was "Blood Shadow."

This elusive genius assassin, whose gender was unknown to many, had most of her information displayed in front of this man.

Isabelle spent a night in the hospital and was urged by her mother, Eleanor, to go home early the following day.

"Quickly change your clothes, and let's go home. The school only slightly compensated us, and we can't afford your hospital bills."

Eleanor tossed the clothes she brought to Isabelle and constantly complained about the meagre compensation.

Isabelle's eyes were cold as she sat motionless on the hospital bed.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? I have to go to work soon. Will you make up for it if I'm late and they deduct my pay?"

She always talks about money.

Blood Shadow thought about how she had taken over Isabelle's body. She decided to tolerate this harsh and cheap mother.

After leaving the hospital, Eleanor left her and gave her thirty cents for the bus fare. She handed her the keys and went to work.

Relying on the original owner's memory, Isabelle returned to her home. Before she entered the residential area, she ran into a handsome boy.

That boy, who wore a blue and white school uniform, was full of youthful energy but a bit thin and silent.

Although Eleanor was mean, she possessed a remarkable beauty that contributed to her proud and arrogant demeanour.

The boy standing before her had inherited Eleanor's genes.

When that boy saw Isabelle, he stopped for a while. His gaze shifted to the bandage wrapped around her head.

Isabelle also observed him closely.

Perhaps the previous Isabelle had grown accustomed to being submissive and avoiding eye contact, so her behaviour made the boy frown in surprise.

He approached her, and Isabelle noticed a slight limp in his left foot.

Ethan didn't say a word, but as he passed by her, he handed her the object before continuing to school with his backpack.

Isabelle looked at the bun in her hand.

Her younger brother didn't inherit their mother's harsh nature.

A concussion is not a minor issue, and the doctor disagreed with Isabelle's discharge. However, Eleanor was too stingy to pay for the hospital stay. So, upon returning home, Isabelle did nothing but go straight to bed and sleep.

She slept until darkness fell.

"Fat pig, you truly are a pig reincarnated. All you do is eat and sleep all day. Why don't you just drop dead?"

When Isabelle opened her eyes, she saw Layla standing by her bed, glaring at her with disgust and hatred.

"What are you staring at? Get up and eat. Do you need someone to call you, even for a meal? Even a disabled person is more useful than you!" Layla said, turning to leave without wanting to spend another second in the room.

With such looks and character, she was indeed a spitting image of Eleanor.

Isabelle sat up and realised this family was quite abnormal, especially her supposed younger sister, Layla.

Isabelle, who had inherited the memories of the previous owner, knew all too well the extent of the bullying she had endured from this "loving sister."

She is young but has a wicked heart. She truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Chapter 3 Extraordinary Intelligence

Isabelle came out of her room.

"Isabelle, come and eat." Isabelle's father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks.

The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow.

A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot.

Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table.

"You must be feeling better after a good sleep. Eat up." William added some meat to her bowl and said with a hint of shame, "We can't afford to keep you in the hospital any longer. Rest well at home before going back to school. I'll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you."

"With her poor grades, it doesn't matter whether she goes to school or not. The teachers probably hope she doesn't show up," Layla sneered.

"Layla! Isabelle is your sister. How can you speak like that?" William scolded angrily.

"Why are you yelling? What did Layla say wrong? I really don't know what's in her brain. She even scored five or ten points. I've been completely embarrassed by her. And she's even dating at such a young age. She's not ashamed at all." Eleanor's words grew more heated as she spoke.

Not satisfied with scolding Isabelle, she turned her anger towards William. "Do you know how your relatives laugh at me? How did I end up marrying such a useless man like you? All your brothers were extremely poor back then, but now they all drive cars and live in new houses. Only you, still living in this old house with your wife and children, are using the old appliances your brothers don't want anymore. If you were a bit more ambitious, your son wouldn't be limping. I really regret marrying you."

Facing his wife's complaints, William kept his head down and said nothing. His face aged more than his peers due to overwork, flushed with shame.

Ethan continued to eat calmly, seemingly numb to the familiar scene. However, he gripped his chopsticks tighter when he heard the word "limping."

"You really don't care, do you? Our parents are arguing because of you, and you're just sitting there watching TV. You're hopeless. I can't believe I have a sister like you." Layla glared at Isabelle and made the situation worse.

As expected, Isabelle received an almost resentful glare from Eleanor.

However, Isabelle shifted her gaze from the TV to Layla with a blank expression.

Her gaze was as cold as ice.

"What's with that look? Did I say something wrong?" Layla felt something was off about Isabelle since she returned from the hospital. Usually, she would just lower her head, shrink her neck, and be too scared to eat. She wouldn't dare look at her like this.

Did she hit her head and damage her brain?

"You little br*t, how dare you glare at your sister. Finish your meal quickly and wash the dishes. I get angry just looking at you." After scolding Isabelle, Eleanor picked up her bowl to eat.

Isabelle glanced at Eleanor. She didn't want to argue with them at this moment.

She turned her attention back to the TV.

The TV was old and has been used for many years. The model was long outdated.

The news was reporting on a major explosion in Brookhaven.

A cold light flashed in Isabelle's eyes.

Dark Shadow, I, Blood Shadow, will settle this score sooner or later!

She put down her chopsticks and stood up to return to her room.

"Oh, you're eating so little today. Don't you usually eat three bowls?" Layla glanced at Isabelle's bowl and mocked it.

Eleanor ordered Isabelle, "Wash the dishes before you return to your room."

"Isabelle just had a bad fall yesterday. She can't wash dishes. Layla, Ethan, you guys do it," William said gruffly.

Layla replied, "But I don't know how to wash the dishes." Then she muttered, "She fell on her head, not her hands. She usually does the washing."

"Layla and Ethan still have homework to do. What if their grades drop? Every New Year, when we sit with our relatives, they brag about their cars and houses. We can only be proud of Layla and Ethan's grades." After Eleanor finished speaking, she urged Isabelle to wash the dishes.

Isabelle stood at the entrance of the living room and looked at Eleanor. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was restraining something.

She was not known for her good temper. The rumours of her ruthless nature were not exaggerated or unfounded.

If Eleanor and Layla dared to say another word, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't lose her temper.

Just then, Ethan finished eating and quietly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Put that down. Why did you wash it? Go back to your room and do your homework." Eleanor would never let her son do such chores. She always left the housework to Isabelle.

Isabelle worked tirelessly every day, yet her meal portion remained the same.

Ethan ignored Eleanor. He picked up the dishes and went to wash them.

Layla frowned slightly, not approving but too lazy to lecture her taciturn brother. She got up and returned to her room. She had no idea how she had narrowly escaped a "storm."

Eleanor glared at Isabelle. She went to the kitchen to chase her son back to his room and she washed the dishes herself.

After sleeping for a day, Isabelle's physical and mental state had somewhat recovered. She walked around the yard to inspect the place where the family lived.

The old house was inherited from two generations before. Although it was dilapidated, it was large enough, with a courtyard, walls, and a separate kitchen.

A sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted in the courtyard.

There were several rooms initially occupied by a large family. Later, William's brothers made some money and moved out, leaving them behind.

Ethan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Isabelle in the yard. Their eyes met for a moment. Then he limped back to his room.

Isabelle watched his back and followed him.

Ethan took out a difficult math problem he had copied from the internet yesterday. He frowned and sat at his desk, continuing to solve the problem.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. He looked up and saw Isabelle leaning against his door frame with her arms folded, appearing out of nowhere.

A large figure blocked his doorway completely.

This was the first time Isabelle had entered his room. Usually, she would retreat to her room when she returned from school, regardless of the time, except for doing housework.

Ethan noticed that his sister seemed different today.

Isabelle walked over and glanced at his notebook. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "You can't solve it?"

Ethan looked at her in silence.

Isabelle took his pen and began writing in his notebook without hesitation.

Before Ethan could react, his notebook had been filled with her writing. The challenging question that was beyond the syllabus had been solved.

It was solved perfectly!

The steps were clear and unique.

After reading it, Ethan felt as if he had been enlightened. His face even turned slightly red with excitement.

After the initial surprise, he looked at Isabelle in disbelief and asked, "How did you do it?"

This was the first sentence her so-called brother had ever said to her.

"Isn't this simple problem solvable by anyone with hands?" Isabelle replied sincerely.

Ethan said, "This is a university-level question I found online."

He was in his second year of high school, one grade below Isabelle and Layla.

Isabelle responded, "So what?"

Ethan stared suspiciously at the unusually intelligent Isabelle and said, "You usually score five or ten points. The highest you've ever scored is twenty-five. Besides choosing ABCD in multiple-choice questions, you could only write out a word, 'solutions'."

With her level of intelligence, how could she possibly solve it?

Having inherited the original owner's memories, Blood Shadow knew how foolish the original owner had been.

Isabelle scoffed without hesitation, "Writing out 'solutions' is just a way not to embarrass them. Such questions are simply a waste of time and ink."

Ethan couldn't believe it and asked, "So, were you just pretending all this time?"

📚📚"Find out who the Omega was last night!"
"Alpha, it was the Luna you cast out!"
"Lock down the entire city and find her!"📚📚
Chapter 1 Absurd
Pain!
Celica Savill woke up feeling as if a bulldozer had run over her.
Instinctively, she rolled over and suddenly found herself face to face with a cold and handsome man.
Startled, her breath caught in her throat. Her pupils dilated, and after a few seconds of confusion, her memory came rushing back.

She had been drugged at the graduation party of the wolf tribe last night, and while trying to escape, she accidentally entered this man's room.

Last night, his pupils were as black as ink, radiating a wolf-like, bloodthirsty glint, and his sharp claws effortlessly tore through her clothing. His entire being exuded the excitement of a predator cornering its prey.

The man's lips pressed against her neck, and his fangs bit down fiercely, causing Celica to cry out in pain. However, she could hear the wolf within her body howling with excitement, completely immersed in the joy of impending mating.

The man emitted a strong, primal scent of pheromones. His partially revealed clothing showcased his muscular chest and perfectly curved waistline.

He showed no mercy, casually removing her panties and planting delicate kisses all the way down. His tongue slid over her lower abdomen, suckling her belly, and then descended to her womanhood.

Celica was startled and instinctively raised her hips in an attempt to escape. However, the man pressed her back down, and a slippery sensation from below reached her, causing her eyes to widen involuntarily.

His tongue rapidly flicked over her, teeth gripping the flesh of her clitoris. Under his stimulation, Celica surrendered herself completely.

She helplessly grasped the man's hair, her body arching like a bow. As Celica's body convulsed suddenly, a rush of fluid gushed out.

At the sight of her in this state, the man smiled with satisfaction. He then unfastened his belt and thrust his throbbing erection into her.

"Ah…" Celica couldn't help but cry out, her voice rising seductively.

The man continued to thrust forcefully, each time deeper and harder than the last.

Like a relentless beast, he tirelessly ravaged her body.

After what felt like an eternity, when she was on the verge of exhaustion, the man on top of her finally showed signs of slowing down.

Together, they reached a climax, embracing each other and drifting into a deep slumber.

At this moment, the man remained asleep.

Celica gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and carefully got out of bed. As she looked around, the room was in complete disarray, her clothes torn to pieces. Helplessly, she picked up the man's white shirt and put it on before leaving quietly.

Shortly after Celica left the hotel, Nathaniel Hyde woke up, finding the person next to him already gone.

Only the disarray in the room and the specks of red on the bedsheet were evidence that he had indeed been with a woman last night.

He squinted his eyes, his keen sense of smell trying to detect the scent the woman left behind last night. However, the woman's scent had faded significantly in the air, indicating that she had left some time ago.

As the Alpha of the Snowwolf Tribe, Nathaniel suffered from a peculiar ailment since childhood. He was hypersensitive to the scent of other she-wolves, which would cause him to break out in hives and have difficulty breathing whenever he came into contact with them. Consequently, no woman could get close to him.

He rarely made public appearances, leading to rumors, and the most absurd of them all was that he was unable to sire the next Alpha for his family.

Nathaniel believed he was cursed by the Moon Goddess, Selene, condemned to a life without his own Luna. However, the unknown woman from last night was an inexplicable miracle for him.

He remembered her scent being exceptionally sweet, and when he approached her, the wolf inside him roared with excitement, "Mate! She's our mate!"

With little hesitation, Nathaniel picked up his phone and called his assistant, saying, "Come over right away."

Soon, Nathaniel's assistant, Remus Stone, appeared in the suite.

"Check the surveillance and find the woman who entered my room," Nathaniel ordered Remus after getting dressed.

"A woman?!"

"Is there a problem?" Nathaniel's tone turned frostier.

Remus was taken aback. He remembered the CEO's extreme sensitivity to women, causing him to break out in hives upon their proximity. They had sought treatment abroad for three years to no avail. Why would he want to find a woman now?

"None, sir." Remus dared not show any doubt in front of the CEO. Just as he was about to act on the request, he heard Nathaniel's cold voice say, "Summon Wyatt to my office."

…

It was nearly 9.00AM when Celica returned to Hyde Estate.

As she watched the servants cleaning the courtyard, she halted her steps.

She hadn't returned all night, which would undoubtedly lead to gossip and speculation.

Amidst her hesitation of whether to avoid them, the butler approached her. "You're back, Mrs. Hyde."

"Yes."

At this moment, the butler noticed that Celica's clothes were unusual, and the scent on the clothes seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite recall who it belonged to. "Mrs. Hyde, your clothes…"

Celica confidently tugged at the man's shirt she was wearing. "I just bought this. Not bad, right?"

As long as she didn't show any unease, the butler wouldn't dare question further.

Although the man's shirt was oversized, it was just the right length, reaching Celica's mid-thighs, accentuating her slender and straight legs.

At that, the butler responded with a hum, feeling he might have overthought the situation. So, he chose not to elaborate further.

With that, Celica straightened her back and walked toward the second floor of the house.

The butler glanced back at the spot where she had disappeared into her room, then turned and walked to an unoccupied corner.

In the bathroom of her room, Celica immersed herself in the bathtub to relieve the pain in her body.

She closed her eyes and recalled the events of last night. "Ah, I swear to Selene! This is infuriating!"

She swore to find out who drugged her and make them pay!

Thinking about last night's events, Celica clenched her teeth even harder, knowing that this matter couldn't be blown out of proportion, for her husband, whom she had been married to for three years but had never met, was due to return from abroad in a few days.

If he were to discover her infidelity and the news reached the Savills, it would spell big trouble.

While she was feeling overwhelmed, a knock on the door by the butler interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Hyde?"

"Yes?" Celica composed herself and responded.

"Mr. Hyde—"

"He's back?" Her expression tensed.

So soon?

Chapter 2 Divorce

"No, Mr. Hyde's lawyer has arrived, and he wishes to see you."

Why would his lawyer come at this time? Celica wondered, then slowly got up to get dressed.

Meanwhile, the lawyer, Wyatt Lind, sat on the sofa in the living room with two sets of documents and a Montblanc fountain pen placed on the coffee table in front of him.

She walked over and sat on a nearby couch, asking, "Mr. Lind."

"Mrs. Hyde, this is from Mr. Hyde." He didn't waste time and directly picked up the documents on the coffee table and handed them to her.

Celica accepted the documents and, on instinct, felt that they held something significant.

As she opened the folder, her eyes fell on the large letters at the top of the document.

"A divorce agreement? He wants to divorce me?" The sudden news left her both surprised and puzzled.

"Yes." Wyatt nodded. "After you and Mr. Hyde end your marriage, you will not be required to return the 50 million that the Savill Family gave you as compensation."

"Is he serious?" Celica still couldn't believe it.

Three years ago, the Savill Family was on the verge of bankruptcy, and Celica's stepmother, Mindy Walden, conspired with her heartless biological father to send her to the Hyde Family in exchange for their 50 million.

She had expected it to take five or eight years to escape the marriage with the Hyde Family, but it only took three years to get a divorce?!

"Yes." Wyatt nodded. "Mr. Hyde has already signed it."

"Why does he want a divorce with me?"

"Mr. Hyde didn't say."

"Alright, then." Celica quickly turned to the last page and signed her name next to Nathaniel's. Although she had no idea why he wanted a divorce as soon as he returned, she didn't want to inquire further. After all, it was his decision.

This worked out perfectly for her, granting her freedom, and the Savill Family had no room to object. It seemed that Selene still looked out for her.

After the lawyer left, Celica happily prepared to go upstairs and pack her things to leave.

A servant suddenly hurried in from outside and said, "Mrs. Hyde, Madam Hyde is here."

Upon hearing this, Celica turned around and looked toward the door to find Genevieve Good, a woman in her fifties who still maintained her elegance, walking gracefully into the room.

Under Celica's gaze, Genevieve took the main seat on the living room couch, then slowly lifted her head and locked eyes with the young woman.

"What's making you so happy?" Genevieve appeared displeased at Celica's joyful face.

"I'm happy because Nathaniel and I are getting a divorce, and from now on, I won't be living here," Celica replied.

Genevieve had always looked down on Celica, who came from the Silvermoon Tribe. From the first day Celica entered the household, Genevieve insisted that the young woman address her as "Madam Hyde" as the servants did.

Celica had no fondness for her husband's domineering and arrogant mother. After her response, she promptly climbed the stairs.

A hint of surprise crossed Genevieve's face, clearly not expecting that her son and Celica were getting divorced, which would make her visit seem unnecessary.

"Stop right there!" Genevieve collected herself and called out sternly as she saw Celica about to leave. After all, she was already here, and the Hyde Family's reputation had to be upheld.

"I came here today to ask if you have betrayed my son."

Celica blinked, turned to look at the displeased Genevieve, then glanced at the butler. Curling her lips, she calmly replied, "There's no such thing."

Celica didn't feel guilty about it. Firstly, she had never met Nathaniel, so there was no emotional betrayal. Secondly, she was also a victim.

"Still not admitting it? Go to her room and find the proof!" Genevieve clearly didn't believe Celica's words.

"Madam Hyde! You're violating my privacy!" Celica objected.

Genevieve sneered and slapped Celica's face, saying, "You, who the Snowwolf Tribe bought, have no right to talk back."

Upon hearing Genevieve's instructions, the household servants quickly went upstairs to search Celica's bedroom.

Soon, they found the men's shirt that Celica had not yet had a chance to deal with and handed it to Genevieve.

"What is this?" Genevieve held the shirt, her face darkening as she questioned.

"It's a shirt dress I just bought this morning," Celica calmly continued.

She was determined not to admit to this, as it would undoubtedly lead to consequences for the Savill Family at the hands of the Hyde Family.

Although the Savill Family didn't matter to her, it would cause trouble for her mother.

Seeing that Celica remained composed, Genevieve almost doubted whether she had wrongly accused her. However, she was holding a man's shirt in her hand. Upon closer inspection, there was even an intricate N monogram at the collar, clearly a high-end custom-made piece.

Chapter 3 Her Name Is Celica Savill

Upon hearing this, Genevieve's anger flared, and she stood up, approached Celica, and slapped her face once more, leaving it red and swollen.

"You're still denying it, huh? Celica Savill, not only have you betrayed my son, but you're even using our money to support some illegitimate child out there, aren't you?!"

Genevieve had never considered Celica as part of the Hyde Family because she already had Luna in mind. As soon as Nathaniel recovered from his illness, she planned to kick Celica out. In Genevieve's eyes, Celica had no right to be a part of the prestigious Hydes.

Celica touched her swollen face and hadn't expected that Genevieve would create such a dramatic story based on a shirt. She calmly looked at Genevieve and said, "I've been with the Hyde Family for three years, and Nathaniel has never shown any interest in me. Besides, people abroad have always been more open-minded, so if we're really talking about betrayal, I'm probably the one who's been hurt the most."

"You!" Genevieve couldn't stand anyone questioning her son's integrity. She raised her hand to slap Celica again, but this time, Celica easily caught her wrist.

"Madam Hyde, you're the elder here. I'll accept your two slaps, but let's not forget how I joined this family in the first place. If this situation gets ugly, neither of us will benefit from it."

Back then, she was forced into the Hyde Family. If it weren't for the Savills using her mother against her, Celica would never have willingly become the Hydes' puppet for three years and protected Nathaniel from all the gossip and criticisms.

"Are you threatening me?" Genevieve's eyes widened in anger.

After three years, the innocent lamb Genevieve thought Celica was turned out to be a fierce wildcat.

"No, I'm just offering a friendly reminder." Celica smirked and released Genevieve's hand. "If you have no other matters, I'll take my leave."

With that, she went upstairs, packed her belongings, and left.

...

In the CEO's office of Hyde Corp, Remus knocked and entered, walking directly to Nathaniel, who was sitting on the couch. "Mr. Hyde, I've found it," he said while handing his boss a file.

"Her name is Celica Savill. I've done some research. She was at the wolf tribe graduation party yesterday. It seems she was drugged and ended up in your room."

Remus immediately dismissed the suspicion that Celica was intentionally placed there by someone else.

It sounded like a story of Alice falling into Wonderland.

Nathaniel remained expressionless, flipping through the file, which included a set of photos.

Although the evening light was dim, the camera captured the woman's delicate face. Her exquisite facial features were captivating, and her figure was curvaceous. Her full breasts accentuated her top, creating a rounded curve. Her slim waist seemed like it could be held with just one hand, which reminded him of the passionate scene from last night when he held her and embraced her passionately.

Seeing Nathaniel's gaze lingering on the photos, Remus' complexion worsened. He cautiously added, "Mr. Hyde, there's something you may need to know."

"What is it?"

"This Celica Savill, she's married." Remus almost bit his tongue as he spoke.

Having worked closely with Nathaniel for many years, he knew how rare it was to find a woman who didn't trigger his boss' allergies. It was like a scientist discovering a second Earth in space.

Then again, Nathaniel had a germ phobia. A married woman... probably wouldn't do!

Sure enough, Nathaniel's expression turned grim instantly, and the air around him grew icy. His amber wolf-like eyes were filled with displeasure, and he exuded a dangerous aura.

Remus secretly wiped away some cold sweat. After all, I was only speaking the truth.

Buzz...

Suddenly, Remus' phone rang at an untimely moment. It was a call from the Hyde Estate.

The assistant instinctively looked at Nathaniel, who seemed to silently approve.

Quickly, he answered the call, and after a brief two-second conversation, he hung up.

Remus looked at Nathaniel with hesitation once more. "That was Hyde Estate, sir. They said Madam Hyde has taken some people to the estate and is causing trouble for Mrs. Hyde. Madam Hyde claimed that Mrs. Hyde is...is having an affair." Remus spoke somewhat nervously.

Chapter 4 Already Signed

"Mr. Hyde, do you need to go back and check on this?" Remus asked when Nathaniel didn't respond for a while.

"No need," Nathaniel replied. A woman who had no real significance in his life wasn't worth his time and attention. At the same time, he handed the documents in his hand to Remus without any emotion. "Take care of these."

"Yes, sir," Remus acknowledged, recognizing that Nathaniel was in a bad mood. Without further ado, he left the room.

Nathaniel adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position, cleared his thoughts, and quickly immersed himself in his work.

Knock, knock!

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Nathaniel said.

"Mr. Hyde, Mrs. Hyde has signed the divorce agreement," said Wyatt as he entered. He handed over the divorce agreement that Celica had signed.

Nathaniel was slightly taken aback, recalling that he had instructed Wyatt to handle his divorce matters earlier that morning. He accepted the divorce agreement and flipped through it.

"No trouble?"

"None."

The marriage between him and the Savill Family's daughter had been orchestrated entirely by Genevieve. He had agreed to the marriage for one reason only—to fulfill his grandmother's wish to see him married before she passed away. Now that his grandmother's health had improved, he had no further need for that woman.

Nathaniel had no real recollection of his three-year nominal marriage, not even his so-called wife's name. However, as a businessman, he remembered that the Savill Family had taken away 50 million from him when they married their daughter to him. Furthermore, during these three years, they had reaped significant benefits from the Hyde Family.

He had expected the divorce process to be more demanding. Still, the Savill Family's willingness to comply with the divorce had caught him somewhat by surprise.

"Celica Savill?" Nathaniel paused in his thoughts as he reached the last page of the document. The delicate signature of the woman caught his eye.

"Her name is Celica?" Nathaniel raised his gaze, looking at the lawyer with a hint of confusion.

"Yes, Mrs. Hyde is named Celica," Wyatt replied, not understanding why Nathaniel was asking but providing the answer.

With Wyatt's confirmation, Nathaniel's eyes darkened with an inscrutable look. At that moment, he recalled the words Remus had spoken earlier.

The next second, the unrelated pieces of information suddenly connected in his mind, forming a complete narrative.

"The agreement is void," Nathaniel said, his cold eyes slightly darkening, and he issued the next instruction.

Wyatt was a bit puzzled, but before he could inquire further, Nathaniel handed him the documents. He rose from his seat, heading toward the door.

"Remus," Nathaniel called.

Remus was stationed outside and immediately pushed open the door upon hearing his name. "Yes, sir?"

"Get the car. Go to Hyde Estate."

"Yes, sir." Remus, though unsure about the sudden change of plans, obeyed the command.

…

After leaving Hyde Estate, Celica returned to her dorm room. She was close to graduating from college, and her roommates were mostly out on internships, seldom returning. She enjoyed the solitude. As she lazily lounged on the couch for a short nap, her phone, placed on the coffee table, began to ring.

Celica opened her eyes and glanced at her phone to find it was a call from the Savill Family. She didn't want to answer it, as she knew that for them to call at this time meant they had probably found out about her divorce from Nathaniel. However, the phone continued to ring persistently.

With a frown, Celica finally gave in to the relentless ringing and answered the call, her reluctance evident in her voice. "Hello?"

"Where are you? Get home now!" Her father, Edward Savill, shouted angrily through the receiver, the fury in his voice clear even without seeing his face.

Celica moved the phone slightly away from her ear and asked icily, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Are you really asking what's going on? Don't you know what you've done?" Edward's voice was almost ear-piercing. "You have one hour to get home!"

The way a father would yell and curse like this would certainly dishearten any daughter. However, Celica was already used to it. "I have classes in the afternoon," she replied with an even more indifferent tone.

"Don't waste your breath if you still care about your mother!" Edward was furious, and after saying that, he hung up the phone abruptly.

Staring at her darkened phone screen, Celica forced a slight smile. Her father, Edward, had a habit of using this particular tactic, and unfortunately, she was very susceptible to it. She couldn't help it, as her mother was her weak spot.

At that, her doe-like eyes dimmed.

Her mother, Hermione Zeller, was never dominant. In Celica's memory, this woman had given her all for the Savill Family. But Edward had an affair when he was on the rise. When Celica was just five years old, he brought his lover, Mindy Walden, home, along with their child, a three-year-old Olivia Savill.

For Celica's sake, Hermione chose to endure and left the family with nothing. But Hermione's sacrifices and kindness did not earn her any favorable treatment. Instead, she faced manipulations and schemes from Edward and his lover time and time again.

Three years ago, Hermione ended up in the ICU due to illness, requiring a substantial amount of money for her treatment. They used this situation to manipulate Celica into marrying into the Hyde Family in exchange for 50 million to save the Savill Family's business.

Thinking about this, Celica clenched her fists. This family is filled with demons who want to destroy me completely!

Chapter 5 Disgusting Drama

Celica returned to Savill Residence. As soon as she entered the house, Edward's angry words came flying at her. "So, you're finally willing to come back, you rebellious girl!"

"Wasn't it you who asked me to come back?" she retorted.

Unable to assert any superiority or authority as a father over his daughter, he immediately bared his sharp teeth in frustration. Without thinking, he grabbed a teacup and threw it at her with great force.

The teacup missed its target and shattered on the floor. A few shards flew, cutting Celica's delicate, snow-white hand, leaving a noticeable but not-too-deep wound. Her hand started to bleed.

However, she didn't react to it; she didn't even frown, and her tone remained indifferent as she said, "You called me back just for this? You've scolded me, so I'll be on my way."

With that, she turned and made her exit without hesitation.

"Alright, Edward, calm down. Don't forget the objective," Mindy interjected. She had been watching the whole scene with amusement.

"Stop right there!" With Mindy's reminder, Edward remembered the reason for calling Celica back and immediately suppressed his anger.

At that, Celica halted her steps.

"I heard that Nathaniel divorced you?" Edward asked.

"You heard right," Celica replied, turning to face her father.

Her confident response provoked him, making his blood pressure rise. "You little wretch! You will return to the Hyde Family immediately, no matter what it takes. You must not leave!" he ordered.

He knew that the Hyde Family was a lucrative alliance, and if they lost the Hyde Family's support, they would likely disappear from Lakeshore.

"Huh, do you think I'd be foolish enough to fall into the same trap twice?" Celica found Edward's words amusing.

"Cece, you know our family can't survive without the Hydes." Mindy, who had never liked Celica, had to put aside her differences in the face of their shared interests. She spoke in a pleading tone.

"What does that have to do with me? I'm not a Savill," Celica replied. Ever since Edward had betrayed her mother, she had severed all ties with the Savill Family from the depths of her heart.

Mindy, noticing Celica's unwavering determination to ignore the Savill Family, subtly tugged at Edward's sleeve, conveying her message through her eyes.

"Very well, I'll call and stop your mother's medication right away." Edward eventually resorted to exploiting Celica's fatal weakness.

Several years ago, when Hermione fell seriously ill, she required a high daily medical cost to sustain her treatment. To make Celica obedient, her father always used the threat of stopping the medication as leverage.

She was in no position to pay such high fees now, so this tactic usually worked against her. However, this time, she just shrugged her shoulders and said with a hint of helplessness, "What do you make of Nathaniel Hyde?"

Then, she furrowed her brow and continued, "Some fool who allows himself to be manipulated by you guys time and time again?"

With her casual tone, the expressions on Edward and Mindy's faces changed.

Yes, initially, the Hyde Family had intended to marry Edward and Mindy's daughter, Olivia. But Mindy couldn't bear to let her daughter marry a short and unattractive man. That was why she drugged and sent Celica over instead.

"I don't care; you figure it out yourself," Edward responded stubbornly.

Celica couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I don't have any solutions for you. I was kicked out of the Hyde Family by Nathaniel himself. Unless he comes and gets me, I will not return to that Hyde Family," she argued while she celebrated inwardly, for there was no way Nathaniel would set foot in Savill Residence.

However, Celica's happiness didn't last more than a second when an anxious-looking servant hastily entered, reporting, "Sir, Madam, someone from the Hyde Family has arrived."

The world's top assassin turned out to be a 17-year-old girl!
Chapter 1 Die Together
Brookhaven.
A solitary island, isolated from the world by the vast ocean.
A secret and inhumane underground laboratory lay hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary island.
In the research room filled with potions and high-tech equipment, the girl was no longer on the narrow single bed. Only four bloody handcuffs remained, hanging at the four corners of the bed.
"Blood Shadow is missing!"
The disappearance of the girl from the bed in the surveillance footage made the operator in front of the screen panic.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the control room changed dramatically. Their eyes were all focused on the screen, the numerous small squares of surveillance footage of the girl, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They quickly searched for the girl's trace in the numerous small squares of surveillance footage but found no sign.

The guards, who had fallen in the corridor at some unknown time, threw them into chaos.

"Activate the security system to search for Blood Shadow immediately. We can't let her escape, or none of us will survive."

The system was activated. A vast blue projection filled with dense data appeared mid-air, resembling a sprawling net when it flickered.

"Quick, release the NT34 smoke. Use any feasible methods to capture her, regardless of the cost!"

Upon receiving the order, numerous spray devices appeared on the solid walls, releasing poisonous gas.

Numerous armed men in black with gas masks moved cautiously through the laboratory filled with poisonous gas.

The sound of necks being twisted and bones breaking echoed in the smoke, sending shivers down their spines. The screams were abruptly silenced.

Under the invisible smoke, bodies piled up.

"Notify Professor Luke and his team to enter the safe zone immediately."

"Zzz... " The equipment suddenly emitted several electric currents.

The next moment, all the equipment was destroyed. The electric current burned the operation table, sparking a burst of sparks, and the equipment emitted a burnt smell, causing everyone to retreat and stay away from the operation table.

The surveillance footage was completely destroyed. The entire laboratory lost its essential surveillance control, and the alarm sounded.

Everyone was horrified.

The communication device transmitted an urgent report. "All professors and researchers have been killed, and Professor Luke is missing."

"Blood Shadow must have killed Professor Luke!"

"Let's retreat. No one here can match Blood Shadow. Most of the genes have been successfully extracted. We have to take the data and run!"

"Let's make a decision quickly before Blood Shadow finds out!"

The control room was in chaos. The leader finally spoke, "Take all the data and evacuate immediately. Prepare to detonate. The higher-ups have ordered that once the gene extraction is successful. Blood Shadow must be killed."

Just then, with a "boom," the metal door of the control room was blasted open.

The entire laboratory shook, and the explosion temporarily deafened everyone. The flames mixed with metal fragments frightened them, causing them to duck and cover.

The door was in ruins.

From the ruins, a thin figure stepped forward, covered in blood, with a momentum that could destroy the world.

Everyone saw the newcomer when the smoke cleared as if they were witnessing a demon or death.

"She's Bl ... Blood Shadow."

The girl slowly raised her face. Her bloodthirsty eyes stared at the people in the control room who were scared to move.

Her long hair spread out, her gaze was as cold as a knife, and her stunning face covered in blood resembled a ghost of death.

That girl was the Blood Shadow they talked about.

A killer who dominated the world of assassins, making all other killers avoid her and causing high-ranking officials to tremble with fear.

She raised her arm slightly and discarded the object in her hand like trash.

When everyone saw what was rolling on the ground, their legs went so weak that it was Professor Luke's head.

It had been severed and rolled to the ground, with blood trailing wherever it went. The two wide-open eyes on the head didn't have time to close and stared at them. This scene gave everyone a suffocating feeling.

The leader regained his senses, trembling as he took out a black detonator and threatened, "Bl ... Blood Shadow, we have implanted a chip in your brain. As long as I detonate it, you will turn to ashes in thirty seconds. You'd better not act rashly."

The girl's cold voice slowly sounded, "Thirty seconds is enough to kill all of you."

"We are just following orders. It's Dark Shadow who wanted us to do this. Every debt has its debtor. Please let us go." Everyone immediately begged for mercy when they saw that Blood Shadow was not afraid.

Dark Shadow?

She laughed loudly, and a hint of mockery flowed in her bloodthirsty eyes, filled with hatred.

Dark Shadow, the largest and most potent assassin organisation in the world, cultivated one desperate killer after another through its brutal training methods.

And she, Blood Shadow, was one of them.

Unlike others, she was the only one Dark Shadow took when she was still an infant. She became the youngest yet most talented trainee in the entire Assassin organisation.

After thirteen years of abnormal training, she began undertaking one extreme mission after another when she was fourteen.

At seventeen, she secured the top spot on the world's assassin list under the "Blood Shadow" codename, a position no one could challenge.

In her six-year career as a top killer, she set one unbreakable record after another and held countless formidable identities. She became a legendary myth in the Dark Shadow and the Assassin world with zero defeats.

Even the retired men from the organisation were no match for her. Her talent was envied by others.

Because of her strength, the organisation began to fear her and wanted her death.

The organisation wanted to extract her genes to clone another, or even countless Blood Shadows, to replace her and serve the organisation.

She was not forced to come here, but voluntarily.

Out of gratitude for the organisation's years of nurturing, she was willing to provide part of her genes to strengthen the organisation.

But she didn't expect them to extract all her genes, clone an exact copy of her, and then kill her to eliminate any future trouble.

Blood Shadow couldn't help but shake her head.

Although she was strong enough to stand independently and lacked neither wealth nor power, she had never been disloyal to the organisation.

She didn't expect her terrifying growth rate would give the organisation ideas to use and kill her.

Blood Shadow laughed at herself when she thought about it.

The organisation had warned her not to have feelings since childhood. But in the end, her compassion was directed at her own people, and they hurt her.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Those who take cold-blooded ruthlessness to the extreme are still the people in the organisation."

Blood Shadow was momentarily distracted. The leader saw his chance and quietly pressed the detonator in his hand. Then he retreated.

Blood Shadow noticed his movement. With one look, she scared the leader into a panic.

She didn't move, but she also took out a detonator under the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Do you recognise this detonator? Professor Luke told me you buried a hundred pounds of TNT in the laboratory."

"Let's go to hell together."

Her voice sent shivers down their spines as it was filled with an icy coldness.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, she pressed the detonator.

The leader now regretted not immediately eliminating her, foolishly hoping to capture her and continue extracting all her genetic material.

With a resounding explosion, flames soared into the sky, and the wicked island sank to the ocean floor, taking with it the girl who had achieved countless triumphs in her life.

Chapter 2 Rebirth, Isabelle Jenkins

Norward City.

In a modest ward of the affiliated hospital.

"My daughter suffered a concussion from a fall, and your school is only willing to pay this much? What if she develops any long-term effects and can't continue her studies? Her life would be ruined. Who will take responsibility for that?! I'm telling you, if you don't pay at least fifteen thousand dollars today, we'll meet at the police station. I'll ensure everyone knows how your school handles these situations and that your school can't continue to operate."

"Mrs. Jenkins, can you please be reasonable? Your daughter is not a young child who needs constant supervision from teachers. Besides, your daughter fell down the stairs because she is overweight. The responsibility lies entirely with her. The school has done its best by paying half of the medical expenses.

"Your daughter's academic performance is poor. She is at the bottom of the class and lacks the motivation to improve. Moreover, she negatively impacts other students' studies. Students have complained to me more than once. A few days ago, she even started dating and brought breakfast to a male student, seriously damaging the school's atmosphere. That boy's parents have come to me."

With her hands on her hips, Eleanor Dawson said shrewishly, "So, you're saying that your school doesn't want to pay, right?"

The argument escalated.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Eleanor and her husband, the homeroom teacher, and the head teacher fell silent, looking at the overweight girl on the hospital bed.

Blood Shadow sat up from the bed and pressed her aching temples. The frail bed creaked under her movement.

The intense pain spread from the back of her head to her entire body, causing her to frown and adjust slowly.

Suddenly, Blood Shadow sensed something. Her massaging motion suddenly stopped. The next moment, she widened her eyes.

She didn't die?

She quickly scanned the ward. Her gaze fell on the four ordinary-looking people standing at the foot of her bed.

"Who are you?"

Blood Shadow's eyes narrowed when she spoke. This was not her voice. She immediately touched her throat but noticed the thick arm she had raised.

She furrowed her brow deeply.

What's going on?

The four people were stunned in response to her question.

Eleanor directly rushed at the teacher and made a fuss. She said, "Look at what my daughter has become. Your school only pays a small amount for medical expenses. You're simply inhuman and heartless!"

The homeroom teacher, a man in his forties wearing black glasses, was flustered. He replied, "Mrs. Jenkins, please calm down."

"Isabelle, I'm your dad. Don't you recognise me?"

"Isabelle, don't scare me. Are you still not fully awake? Take a good look at who we are."

However, the girl just stared at her thick arm.

At that moment, the TV reported, "A solitary island in Brookhaven exploded at 7.10 this morning ... "

Blood Shadow looked at the TV.

Before she could react, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her suddenly poured in, causing her to furrow her brow.

Eleanor was causing a fuss with the homeroom teacher over money while her husband and the head teacher expressed concern.

Her head was throbbing with pain. She couldn't bear it any longer and said, "All of you, please get out!"

"Stop making noise. Isabelle just woke up. Let her rest. If there's anything, let's talk outside." Isabelle's father finally stood up and called the incessantly loud Eleanor out of the ward.

The ward finally quieted down. Blood Shadow maintained an extraordinary calm and smelled the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.

Eleanor's loud voice echoed in the corridor outside.

Blood Shadow entered the bathroom and spent more than ten minutes looking at her unfamiliar face in the mirror. Her features were quite clear. Although her body was fat, her face was not too chubby, and her skin was fair and radiant.

If she lost weight, she would look pretty good.

"Isabelle."

After a while, the girl said that name in front of the mirror.

This name seemed to have a connection to her.

A soul rebirth?

This was not difficult to accept, as she had already witnessed many strange things.

After just standing for ten minutes, her body already felt strained. Her legs were weak, not only because of the impact on her head but also due to the lack of exercise, resulting in physical weakness.

Blood Shadow wanted to know how this body managed to be both bulky and frail.

What a pity. Her body, as strong as an iron wall, was blown to pieces. After years of intense training, it became food for the fish in the ocean in the end.

Blood Shadow closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she had fully embraced this new body and identity.

Isabelle.

It sounded good. It's much more human than Blood Shadow.

She returned to the ward. The corridor outside was quiet. The doctor entered and brought the medical record to check on her. "Are you Isabelle?"

She lifted her bright eyes and responded, "Yes, that's me."

Taragon City, the Harris Residence.

In a study room decorated in a low-key yet luxurious manner, a man sat at his desk with a document in front of him.

"What a pity," that man murmured.

His voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with regret.

A moment later, he sighed again. "Such a waste of a genius." This time, his lament was more straightforward.

His gaze fell on the document. The name on it was "Blood Shadow."

This elusive genius assassin, whose gender was unknown to many, had most of her information displayed in front of this man.

Isabelle spent a night in the hospital and was urged by her mother, Eleanor, to go home early the following day.

"Quickly change your clothes, and let's go home. The school only slightly compensated us, and we can't afford your hospital bills."

Eleanor tossed the clothes she brought to Isabelle and constantly complained about the meagre compensation.

Isabelle's eyes were cold as she sat motionless on the hospital bed.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? I have to go to work soon. Will you make up for it if I'm late and they deduct my pay?"

She always talks about money.

Blood Shadow thought about how she had taken over Isabelle's body. She decided to tolerate this harsh and cheap mother.

After leaving the hospital, Eleanor left her and gave her thirty cents for the bus fare. She handed her the keys and went to work.

Relying on the original owner's memory, Isabelle returned to her home. Before she entered the residential area, she ran into a handsome boy.

That boy, who wore a blue and white school uniform, was full of youthful energy but a bit thin and silent.

Although Eleanor was mean, she possessed a remarkable beauty that contributed to her proud and arrogant demeanour.

The boy standing before her had inherited Eleanor's genes.

When that boy saw Isabelle, he stopped for a while. His gaze shifted to the bandage wrapped around her head.

Isabelle also observed him closely.

Perhaps the previous Isabelle had grown accustomed to being submissive and avoiding eye contact, so her behaviour made the boy frown in surprise.

He approached her, and Isabelle noticed a slight limp in his left foot.

Ethan didn't say a word, but as he passed by her, he handed her the object before continuing to school with his backpack.

Isabelle looked at the bun in her hand.

Her younger brother didn't inherit their mother's harsh nature.

A concussion is not a minor issue, and the doctor disagreed with Isabelle's discharge. However, Eleanor was too stingy to pay for the hospital stay. So, upon returning home, Isabelle did nothing but go straight to bed and sleep.

She slept until darkness fell.

"Fat pig, you truly are a pig reincarnated. All you do is eat and sleep all day. Why don't you just drop dead?"

When Isabelle opened her eyes, she saw Layla standing by her bed, glaring at her with disgust and hatred.

"What are you staring at? Get up and eat. Do you need someone to call you, even for a meal? Even a disabled person is more useful than you!" Layla said, turning to leave without wanting to spend another second in the room.

With such looks and character, she was indeed a spitting image of Eleanor.

Isabelle sat up and realised this family was quite abnormal, especially her supposed younger sister, Layla.

Isabelle, who had inherited the memories of the previous owner, knew all too well the extent of the bullying she had endured from this "loving sister."

She is young but has a wicked heart. She truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Chapter 3 Extraordinary Intelligence

Isabelle came out of her room.

"Isabelle, come and eat." Isabelle's father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks.

The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow.

A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot.

Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table.

"You must be feeling better after a good sleep. Eat up." William added some meat to her bowl and said with a hint of shame, "We can't afford to keep you in the hospital any longer. Rest well at home before going back to school. I'll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you."

"With her poor grades, it doesn't matter whether she goes to school or not. The teachers probably hope she doesn't show up," Layla sneered.

"Layla! Isabelle is your sister. How can you speak like that?" William scolded angrily.

"Why are you yelling? What did Layla say wrong? I really don't know what's in her brain. She even scored five or ten points. I've been completely embarrassed by her. And she's even dating at such a young age. She's not ashamed at all." Eleanor's words grew more heated as she spoke.

Not satisfied with scolding Isabelle, she turned her anger towards William. "Do you know how your relatives laugh at me? How did I end up marrying such a useless man like you? All your brothers were extremely poor back then, but now they all drive cars and live in new houses. Only you, still living in this old house with your wife and children, are using the old appliances your brothers don't want anymore. If you were a bit more ambitious, your son wouldn't be limping. I really regret marrying you."

Facing his wife's complaints, William kept his head down and said nothing. His face aged more than his peers due to overwork, flushed with shame.

Ethan continued to eat calmly, seemingly numb to the familiar scene. However, he gripped his chopsticks tighter when he heard the word "limping."

"You really don't care, do you? Our parents are arguing because of you, and you're just sitting there watching TV. You're hopeless. I can't believe I have a sister like you." Layla glared at Isabelle and made the situation worse.

As expected, Isabelle received an almost resentful glare from Eleanor.

However, Isabelle shifted her gaze from the TV to Layla with a blank expression.

Her gaze was as cold as ice.

"What's with that look? Did I say something wrong?" Layla felt something was off about Isabelle since she returned from the hospital. Usually, she would just lower her head, shrink her neck, and be too scared to eat. She wouldn't dare look at her like this.

Did she hit her head and damage her brain?

"You little br*t, how dare you glare at your sister. Finish your meal quickly and wash the dishes. I get angry just looking at you." After scolding Isabelle, Eleanor picked up her bowl to eat.

Isabelle glanced at Eleanor. She didn't want to argue with them at this moment.

She turned her attention back to the TV.

The TV was old and has been used for many years. The model was long outdated.

The news was reporting on a major explosion in Brookhaven.

A cold light flashed in Isabelle's eyes.

Dark Shadow, I, Blood Shadow, will settle this score sooner or later!

She put down her chopsticks and stood up to return to her room.

"Oh, you're eating so little today. Don't you usually eat three bowls?" Layla glanced at Isabelle's bowl and mocked it.

Eleanor ordered Isabelle, "Wash the dishes before you return to your room."

"Isabelle just had a bad fall yesterday. She can't wash dishes. Layla, Ethan, you guys do it," William said gruffly.

Layla replied, "But I don't know how to wash the dishes." Then she muttered, "She fell on her head, not her hands. She usually does the washing."

"Layla and Ethan still have homework to do. What if their grades drop? Every New Year, when we sit with our relatives, they brag about their cars and houses. We can only be proud of Layla and Ethan's grades." After Eleanor finished speaking, she urged Isabelle to wash the dishes.

Isabelle stood at the entrance of the living room and looked at Eleanor. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was restraining something.

She was not known for her good temper. The rumours of her ruthless nature were not exaggerated or unfounded.

If Eleanor and Layla dared to say another word, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't lose her temper.

Just then, Ethan finished eating and quietly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Put that down. Why did you wash it? Go back to your room and do your homework." Eleanor would never let her son do such chores. She always left the housework to Isabelle.

Isabelle worked tirelessly every day, yet her meal portion remained the same.

Ethan ignored Eleanor. He picked up the dishes and went to wash them.

Layla frowned slightly, not approving but too lazy to lecture her taciturn brother. She got up and returned to her room. She had no idea how she had narrowly escaped a "storm."

Eleanor glared at Isabelle. She went to the kitchen to chase her son back to his room and she washed the dishes herself.

After sleeping for a day, Isabelle's physical and mental state had somewhat recovered. She walked around the yard to inspect the place where the family lived.

The old house was inherited from two generations before. Although it was dilapidated, it was large enough, with a courtyard, walls, and a separate kitchen.

A sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted in the courtyard.

There were several rooms initially occupied by a large family. Later, William's brothers made some money and moved out, leaving them behind.

Ethan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Isabelle in the yard. Their eyes met for a moment. Then he limped back to his room.

Isabelle watched his back and followed him.

Ethan took out a difficult math problem he had copied from the internet yesterday. He frowned and sat at his desk, continuing to solve the problem.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. He looked up and saw Isabelle leaning against his door frame with her arms folded, appearing out of nowhere.

A large figure blocked his doorway completely.

This was the first time Isabelle had entered his room. Usually, she would retreat to her room when she returned from school, regardless of the time, except for doing housework.

Ethan noticed that his sister seemed different today.

Isabelle walked over and glanced at his notebook. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "You can't solve it?"

Ethan looked at her in silence.

Isabelle took his pen and began writing in his notebook without hesitation.

Before Ethan could react, his notebook had been filled with her writing. The challenging question that was beyond the syllabus had been solved.

It was solved perfectly!

The steps were clear and unique.

After reading it, Ethan felt as if he had been enlightened. His face even turned slightly red with excitement.

After the initial surprise, he looked at Isabelle in disbelief and asked, "How did you do it?"

This was the first sentence her so-called brother had ever said to her.

"Isn't this simple problem solvable by anyone with hands?" Isabelle replied sincerely.

Ethan said, "This is a university-level question I found online."

He was in his second year of high school, one grade below Isabelle and Layla.

Isabelle responded, "So what?"

Ethan stared suspiciously at the unusually intelligent Isabelle and said, "You usually score five or ten points. The highest you've ever scored is twenty-five. Besides choosing ABCD in multiple-choice questions, you could only write out a word, 'solutions'."

With her level of intelligence, how could she possibly solve it?

Having inherited the original owner's memories, Blood Shadow knew how foolish the original owner had been.

Isabelle scoffed without hesitation, "Writing out 'solutions' is just a way not to embarrass them. Such questions are simply a waste of time and ink."

Ethan couldn't believe it and asked, "So, were you just pretending all this time?"

Chapter 1 Wedding, Miscarriage
Jessie Summers found herself in disbelief as her apparently flawless life began to unravel right on her wedding day.

Clad in her bridal gown, her expectant belly protruding, she stood with anxious anticipation before the statue in the grand hall, her gaze fixed on the entrance.

Despite the bride and the priest being poised for the ceremony, there was a conspicuous absence: the groom, Chase Thompson.

Renowned for his punctuality and intolerance for tardiness, Chase's delay of nearly an hour was unprecedented.

"Mrs. Thompson, please, take a seat," the nanny kindly suggested, offering a chair. "Standing for too long isn't advisable for the baby you're carrying."

With the nanny's assistance, Jessie settled into the seat.

As she reflected on her nine months of pregnancy and the imminent arrival of her child, a radiant smile graced her face.

"Little one, you'll soon meet Mommy and Daddy. Just be patient and take your time, okay?"

With a gentle touch to her belly, Jessie softly murmured, her eyes betraying a hint of concern.

While it appeared she was addressing the child, in reality, she was comforting herself, attempting to quell her worries.

Jessie and Chase had shared a strong bond since the beginning of their relationship, culminating in her pregnancy with his child.

However, their once-solid foundation was shaken by unforeseen events. Following her pregnancy, her father, Peter Summers, was involved in a car accident, leading to her family's financial downfall. Jessie could not help but notice a shift in Chase's demeanour towards her; his affection waned, replaced by a palpable distance.

Despite her efforts to dismiss it, Jessie could not shake the feeling that there was a hint of fear and disdain in Chase's gaze whenever he looked at her.

Perhaps her pregnancy had heightened her sensitivity.

Jessie found herself needing to reassure herself like this often.

She believed that after the wedding and the baby's arrival, everything would go back to normal.

After all, she could only depend on Chase.

As she thought about this, Jessie clutched the hem of her dress.

Chase, the richest man in River City, was an entrepreneur, philanthropist, the youngest billionaire, and the epitome of charm for countless women.

However, those were just the images he presented to the public.

Jessie was keenly aware of his darker side: the underworld kingpin, the ruthless tyrant, the merciless killer!

He operated a mafia empire in secret and his hands were tainted by numerous crimes. Such a person was bound to have many enemies.

Yet, Jessie ignored all of this. She believed no one could love her more than Chase, and she returned his affection wholeheartedly.

She knew that even if she made enemies of the whole world, Chase would be the one standing by her side in the end!

As Jessie was lost in thought, she was startled by a sudden figure rushing in through the church's main entrance.

Her eyes shone with joy as she stood up and asked, "Warren, is Chase here?"

Warren, who served as both Chase's driver and bodyguard, shared an inseparable bond with him.

However, he seemed conflicted, struggling to find the right words.

"What's wrong? Tell me!" Jessie urged.

"Mr. Thompson ... " Warren hesitated, then continued, "Mr. Thompson told me he wouldn't be coming. He went to the airport to pick up a pregnant woman and took her home. He asked me to come back and inform you that the wedding is off ... "

"What?"

Jessie felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her head spinning.

The wedding is off?

A pregnant woman?

Her mind spun, and she looked at Warren, who watched her with concern, attempting to speak.

However, no words came, and she slumped, unconscious, falling backward.

"Madam! Madam!"

...

When Jessie woke up, she found herself staring at the white ceiling, smelling disinfectant in the air.

She realised she was in a hospital and looked around the empty ward.

No one was there, which was different from usual whenever she was sick, Chase was always there with a look of worry.

This was probably the first time she had woken up alone in such a cold, desolate room.

At that moment, the door opened, and a nurse walked in, looking surprised to see Jessie awake. "You're up."

Jessie forced a faint smile but did not speak.

Approaching with a cart, the nurse murmured, "You've just had surgery. It typically takes longer for the anesthesia to wear off. How did you wake up so soon?"

Due to her body's unique reaction and a high tolerance for anesthesia, Jessie did not pay much heed to the nurse's remarks. Instead, she exclaimed, "Surgery? What surgery?"

Ignoring the nurse's response, she uncovered her body.

Her previously swollen abdomen was now flat, with a grim surgical scar running across it like a centipede.

"Where's my child?" Jessie asked, panic filling her expression as she searched the nurse's face for answers.

Touched by her distress, the nurse hesitated before speaking softly, "I heard you had a fall, and when you arrived, you were unconscious and bleeding. So, the doctor had to perform an emergency cesarean section, but ... your child couldn't make it."

Chapter 2 The Husband and the Twins of Another Woman

Your child couldn't make it ...

After the nurse left, Jessie lay on the hospital bed, her expression empty, the nurse's words echoing in her mind.

The child in her womb was supposed to have a happy life.

Her husband was loaded, and she was kind and beautiful.

They planned to give this child the best childhood, grow up with him, and give him the best education. They planned to take him to amusement parks, travel the world, tell him bedtime stories, and he would hide his favorite candies and give them to her ...

"I love you the most, Mom!"

A gentle voice seemed to whisper in her ears, and Jessie imagined a delightful little boy standing before her, beaming.

She smiled back.

However, the perfect image shattered suddenly.

No little boy was in front of her, just the sterile hospital room with its cold white walls.

"My child ... " Jessie cried out hoarsely, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry for failing to protect you," she sobbed.

She cried until she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, all alone in the bleak hospital room.

When Jessie woke up in a daze, she realised she was still alone in the ward.

Outside, she heard hurried footsteps and frantic voices.

In the midst of the chaos, she overheard fragments of conversation. "Mr. Thompson ... The child ... "

"Chase? Is Chase here?"

A glimmer of hope appeared in Jessie's eyes, only to vanish just as fast.

If Chase was really in the hospital, why did he not come to see her?

Jessie tried to sit up, ignoring the dull ache in her abdomen. She strained her neck, trying to hear more of the conversation.

The footsteps paused briefly outside her ward before hurrying away.

Jessie distinctly heard Warren's voice: "Mr. Thompson, Madam is inside. Aren't you going to see her?"

Although she could not make out Chase's response, her heart sank upon hearing his departing footsteps.

Why?

Why won't he come to see me?

Thinking back to what Warren had said at the church, Jessie realised that Chase had brought a pregnant woman home, which caused their wedding to be called off suddenly!

Who could this woman be?

Jessie had so many questions, and they all pushed her to go find Chase for answers.

Since he had not visited her, she would go to him!

Struggling to get out of bed, Jessie saw the IV tube in her arm, a reminder of her time unconscious. She pulled out the needle, making her arm bleed heavily and staining her gown red.

With shaky steps, she opened the door and saw two bodyguards in black near another room. Knowing they were Chase's men, Jessie went up to them.

The bodyguards were surprised to see Jessie and asked, "Madam, why are you here?"

"Where's Chase?" Jessie's voice was weak, and her face was pale.

"Tell me, is Chase inside? Where is he?"

Seeing that the two were not speaking, Jessie pushed aside the bodyguards blocking her and squeezed into the room.

The two bodyguards hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not stop her.

She used her shoulder to force the door open and rushed inside.

Her attention was drawn to a tall, slender man holding a baby in front of a hospital bed. At this moment, he was speaking to the woman in the bed with his head bowed. Jessie also noticed another baby in a cot next to the hospital bed.

"Chase ... " Jessie whimpered like a lost puppy.

Chase turned to her. His expression was unreadable as if he had been expecting her.

"Chase, our child is gone ... " Jessie looked at Chase and the woman on the bed, feeling uneasy.

Jessie understood that Chase must have already been informed about her miscarriage, and she simply needed his comfort.

As Chase gazed at the pale but still lovely face in the doorway, a hint of pain flashed in his eyes. He was about to offer words of solace when he suddenly recalled another swollen face in his trance. His pupils narrowed, and his pain quickly turned to anger.

Chase's expression hardened. Then, he briefly glanced at the baby in his arms before saying, "I see."

Chapter 3 Why Do This to Me?

I see ...

Jessie felt her chest tighten and her breath become heavy at the emotionless response.

Suddenly, the woman on the sickbed spoke. "Chase, is she your wife?"

"Who are you?" Jessie had wanted to know for a while, and now she finally had the chance to ask.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Linda White, Chase's first girlfriend."

Although Linda lay in bed, she smiled gracefully. She shared a smile with Chase when she mentioned that she was his first girlfriend.

Watching this, Jessie felt like an outsider in their family.

"First girlfriend?" Jessie stared at Chase, questioning.

"Yes," Linda said. "Thank you for taking care of Chase all these years. He's always been a bit domineering. He must have made you angry often, right? Oh, by the way!"

Linda picked up the baby from the crib and said to Jessie, "Take a look at my children. They're twins, a boy and a girl. Chase just named them. The boy is Charles Thompson, and the girl is Lily Thompson."

Jessie widened her eyes, looking at the baby in Chase's arms. "What did she say his name was?"

She remembered the day she found out she was pregnant and hugged Chase hopefully. "Chase, you're going to be a dad! We're having a baby! I've already thought of names. If it's a girl, we'll name her Vanessa Thompson, and if it's a boy, we'll name him Charles Thompson. What do you think?"

She hoped she had misunderstood, but Chase didn't avoid her gaze, saying firmly, "His name is Charles Thompson."

"You j*rk!"

Jessie raised her hand and slapped him, and Chase didn't dodge, taking the blow.

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It was a scorching summer day.

Angela Kins wiped away her sweat, poured the chicken soup into a thermos, covered it, and made her way to Mercy Hospital.

As she reached the entrance of the ward, she overheard a conversation between a mother and daughter inside.
"Mom, how did I get this illness? If I can't find a kidney donor soon, I will die. What should I do?" It was her adopted sister, Fanny Kins. She was holding the examination report in her hand and burst into uncontrollable tears.

Their mother Scarlet Square, trying to console her, panicked and said, "Joseph is a doctor. He will pay more attention and find a kidney donor for you soon."

The Joseph Scarlet mentioned was one of Angela’s brothers.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait that long, Mom. I'm still young, I have children to raise, and I haven't properly taken care of you yet, I..." Fanny hesitated, but her meaning was clear—she didn't want to die.

After enduring so much hardship, there are still good days ahead. How could I die now?

She’s having such a serious illness but still thinking about filial piety, even more so than my real daughter Angela, thought Scarlet. She felt heartbroken. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and her eyes lit up.

"Right, Angela has gastric cancer anyway, and she is terminally ill. Why not have her donate her kidney? That way, she can finally do something for the family."

Fanny got the answer she wanted but still pretended to worry. "But she won't agree, and it won't be easy to explain to the brothers."

Scarlet held Fanny's hand and reassured her, "Just focus on the surgery. Your brothers love you so much, so they won't object. As for Angela, I have a plan."

Standing at the door, Angela heard the conversation inside and felt as if she had been plunged into an icy cave.

Over the years, as the newcomer to this family, she had tried hard to please them, working tirelessly in the family, playing the role of a sycophant to the fullest. But all she received in return was this.

When she was ten years old, the Kins Family discovered that she and Fanny were switched at birth, so they took her back from the village. Everyone thought her good days were about to begin, and she believed so, too.

However, due to the difference in environment, it was difficult for her to integrate into this family. Angela became cautious and worked hard to please every member of the family. Although she didn't gain their recognition, because of her sycophantic nature, she managed to maintain a relatively 'harmonious' relationship with the family members.

Angela had four older brothers, all of whom were outstanding and doted on their younger sister. However, the one being doted on was not Angela but the adopted girl, Fanny.

Whenever there’s a fight between Fanny and Angela and the former began crying, the entire family blamed Angela and demanded an apology from her, even though it wasn’t her fault in most cases. If Fanny made a mistake, it was all Angela's fault. If Fanny bumped into something, it was all Angela's doing...

Sometimes, Angela even thought that Fanny was the true family member, while she was just an outsider.

The Kins Family was one of the first to venture into business in the neighborhood, so their financial situation was quite good. However, as more and more people entered the business world, the family faced financial difficulties.

It was Angela who worked day and night to solve the financial crisis just to please her family. She exhausted herself and even fell ill, but instead of receiving their sympathy, they wished to take her life.

Angela laughed bitterly. She should have realized long ago that no matter how hard she tried over the years, she could never gain their care, not even a little bit.

Her stomach ached, and Angela's hand trembled, causing the thermos bottle in her hand to fall to the ground, interrupting the conversation between the mother and daughter inside. Footsteps came from inside, and Angela quickly turned and ran away, but due to the intensifying pain, she couldn't run fast.

Scarlet soon caught up with her at the stairwell. Seeing Angela in unbearable pain, she remained indifferent and said something that was indeed hurtful.

"Angela, listen to me. You don't have any attachments or worries. You have been diagnosed with gastric cancer, and your life is coming to an end. But Fanny is different. She has a family and children. You can't be so heartless and let her die!"

Angela laughed, tears streaming down her face. Her heart shattered into pieces.

The woman would ask her own daughter to sacrifice herself for her foster daughter. The doctor said I have discovered it early, and with proper treatment, a complete cure is certain, but my own mother wished for my death.

And she’s even claiming I’m heartless! How ridiculous! Fanny took everything that originally belonged to me. First, she took my parents' and four brothers' love, then she seized my fiancé and, together with one of my brother Christopher, took away my shares in the company. Now, they wouldn't even spare my life.

Seeing Angela remain silent, Scarlet reached out and grabbed her hand. Angela, still filled with anger, struggled forcefully but unexpectedly lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs.

Everything spun, and Angela crashed into the corner of the wall, spitting out blood and gradually losing consciousness.

Scarlet quickly rushed down, her face turning pale with fright.

But in the next moment, Scarlet's words struck Angela's heart harder than the physical pain.

Scarlet's eyes darkened. "Falling down from such a high staircase, wouldn't it affect the quality of her kidneys? With so much blood being vomited, she probably won't survive. That's good, though. Fanny’s illness can be saved."

Hearing these words, Angela stared at Scarlet with wide-open eyes, her hatred and unwillingness making it impossible for her to rest in peace, even in death.

...

When Angela opened her eyes again, she felt groggy and struggled for a while before finally seeing the scene in front of her clearly.

The mottled gray wall was adorned with a red cross, and there was a slightly old table next to the bed. A strong smell of medicine wafted into her nostrils, making her already throbbing head even heavier and dizzier.

Didn’t I fall from the stairs and died? Why am I in the hospital?

The red-painted wooden door was forcefully pushed open, causing the dust on the wall to fall continuously. Then, a group of people stormed in.

One of them was her father, George. He glanced at Angela and questioned, "Angela, why did you let those bullies harm Fanny? Didn’t you know that your actions could have endangered her life?"

Chapter 2 Demanding An Explanation

Upon hearing the news, Angela was initially stunned, and suddenly, some vague memories became clear.

In 2004, she was nineteen years old and had just started university. On the way home with Fanny, they encountered a few gangsters, and both of them were injured while resisting.

Although Angela was more seriously injured, her entire family thought it was all her fault and sought justice for Fanny instead.

Her forehead was cut open and stitched up, while Fanny only had a small bump on her forehead. However, Angela was accused of 'instigating the gangsters to harm her sister.'

In her previous life, her so-called father had questioned her in the same manner. She tried to explain and apologize, but all she received was cold indifference. No one would believe her words.

So, this time, she didn't plan to explain either. After all, no one would believe her even if she did.

Angela regained her composure and asked calmly, "But did she die?"

George's pupils contracted; he paused for a moment and then angrily shouted at Angela, "Angela, that's inhumane! How can you be so malicious and curse your sister to death?!"

Angela’s oldest brother James was even more furious. He rushed toward Angela and glared down at her. "Angela, I can't believe our family has someone as malicious as you. We shouldn't have brought you back in the first place. We should have let you fend for yourself outside."

Angela simply looked deeply at him without saying a word.

Several other brothers wanted to accuse Angela, but they were stopped by Scarlet.

Sitting by the hospital bed, holding Angela's hand, Scarlet smiled tenderly.

"Angela, I know that you have suffered a lot since you were little because you were mistakenly taken away. After we brought you back, we have been trying to make it up for you and let you continue your studies. Now you are in university. Many girls your age don't even have the chance to go to middle school or high school. You should be grateful."

Scarlet's eyes gradually turned red as she continued. "You shouldn't have harmed your sister like this. Reputation is more important than life for a girl. Although she was switched at birth, she was raised by us since she was young. I treat you all equally, so you shouldn't have any prejudice against her, okay?"

It was grand, but looking at the hypocritical face in front of her and recalling what Scarlet said before she died, Angela felt a chill in her body and mind. It was colder than holding an ice block.

The opportunity to study given by the Kins Family was indeed quite rare.

But is it not to silence those gossipers and show off that every member of the Kins Family is a college graduate, right?

Fanny lives in the princess room while I live in the storeroom. I have leftovers for meals and only have hand-me-downs from Fanny.

And they have the audacity to say that they treat both of us equally? Is this a joke?

Moreover, Angela was injured like this, and they not only showed no concern but also came specifically to interrogate and blame her.

Without understanding the situation, they only knew how to blindly blame her.

Angela sneered and didn't want to say a word.

Samuel, the fourth son in the family, couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at Angela, "Angela, you've gone too far! You've done such outrageous things to Fanny, and you still dare to say it's not your fault? It's fine if you usually cause trouble, but now you even curse her! You're evil!"

Zacharias, the third one, also chimed in, "Angela, don't be ungrateful for the blessings you were born into. Everything you have now was given to you by the Kins Family. What else are you dissatisfied with? Do you really want to drive Fanny to death before you're satisfied?"

Joseph, the second, opened his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. However, disappointment was clearly written on his face.

Angela calmly withdrew her hand, her eyes calm. She turned her head to the side, no longer wanting to argue with them.

For those who didn't believe in her, she felt that saying even one more word was a waste.

"I've heard everything you said, so how do you plan to punish me?" Angela asked.

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent.

It seemed that they hadn't expected Angela to say this, and Scarlet's eyes showed a hint of dissatisfaction.

George sighed and said, "Since that's the case, I need you to give Fanny the opportunity to deliver the Brundelian speech. You can take a break for now and apply next year."

The reason Angela applied for this Brundelian speech competition was because of a boy named Christopher. She wanted to have more contact with him.

Although she didn't particularly like her major, she had been studying very hard for Christopher, and everyone could see that.

Everyone present thought she would cry and make a fuss, but who knew...

Angela smiled and said, "Okay."

Her answer was too quick, leaving everyone a bit stunned.

"Anything else Fanny wants? I can give them to her too."

From childhood to adulthood, such things had happened too many times, and Angela always thought that if she endured it, it would pass.

However, she realized now that she had been wrong. Taking a step back didn't always lead to better prospects. Sometimes, it would just make her bullies corner her further.

Chapter 3 Don't Butter Me Up

George couldn't help but frown. "Angela, be careful with your attitude."

Angela was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is my attitude not satisfactory, Mr. Kins?"

Scarlet's face turned sour, and she said, "Angela, that's your father. How can you speak to him like that?"

The third son Zacharias sneered, "What's wrong? Angela, are you throwing a tantrum again, acting like a spoiled princess? Look at how indulged you are. Now, you've even disowned your own parents. If you leave the Kins Family, you're nothing."

"Yes, you're right." Angela lay back down and started dismissing them. "If you have nothing else to say, please leave. I need to rest. Goodbye."

She protected Fanny and tried to escape but was beaten up by the thugs even more. She was still lying in the hospital while they came to seek justice for Fanny, who was standing there unharmed.

She was reliving her past life. She hadn't even been discharged from the hospital, and they targeted her chance at the Brundelian speech.

Angela didn't want to have anything to do with these hideous creatures. She just wanted them to leave as soon as possible.

Everyone frowned, and Samuel exploded. "Angela, are you out of your mind? Do you know what you're saying? You actually want to kick us out. Who do you think you are?"

Angela turned away, refusing to communicate with them any further.

In this lifetime, she wouldn't let Fanny have the chance to attend that speech competition. Not a chance in hell.

Fanny glanced up slightly, her gaze sweeping over Angela's back, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Then, she smiled. It seems that Angela isn't that foolish after all.

The Kinses were upset. Seeing that Angela was unresponsive, they said a few harsh words and left.

The door was slammed shut, making a loud noise that even caused a piece of wall to peel off.

It could be imagined how angry the Kins Family members were at this moment.

As the door closed, Angela opened her eyes. Her heart was calm at this moment.

It turned out that not yearning for the warmth of family and no longer being a sycophant could be so satisfying.

In her previous life, she was too arrogant, always thinking that as long as she was sensible enough and excellent enough, she could integrate into this family. But what did she get in return?

She had done her utmost for the Kins Family.

Since I have a chance to start over, I need to live a different life and not repeat the same mistakes.

The door was pushed open again, and Angela impatiently turned to look at the person coming in, Joseph, who had just left and returned.

He walked to the bedside and said to Angela, "Angela, don't be so stubborn. It shouldn't be so difficult to apologize to Fanny and promise that you won't do such things again. As long as you do that, you will still be seen favorably by everyone, and Mom and Dad won't ignore you."

But the only response Joseph received was silence. Angela closed her eyes and didn't want to talk to him.

Joseph sighed and said, "Rest well. I'm leaving."

The door was closed again. After all the commotion, Angela felt a bit thirsty and got up to find some water to drink.

The hospital corridor was filled with all kinds of people.

During this period, there was no distinction between outpatient and inpatient departments in the hospital, and the space was limited. It was not uncommon for several people to share a ward.

After getting some cold water from the water dispenser in the corner, Angela took a few big sips and felt much better.

She then got some hot water and was about to leave when she turned around and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair behind her.

The man had deep facial features and was dressed in a neatly tailored shirt. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing his long and fair wrists.

Even in a wheelchair, his noble and cold temperament couldn't be hidden.

"Hello, Jonathan," Angela stammered as she greeted him.

Upon hearing Angela's voice, Jonathan, with his ink-colored eyes, raised his gaze and looked at her. "Hmm?"

"I am Angela. We met at the Sanders Residence before," Angela said, feeling pressured under Jonathan's intimidating gaze, struggling to speak clearly.

Angela had seen him twice before. He was Christopher's half-brother. To be precise, she was very concerned about anything related to Christopher.

It was rumored that Jonathan had suffered from a chronic illness since childhood, but he had exceptional talent in business.

He held the fate of the Sanders Family in his hands, so he had a supreme position in the family. Although he was the eldest son of the Sanders Family, he didn't bear the Sanders surname for some unknown reason.

And most importantly, Jonathan would pass away at a young age due to illness in two years.

At that thought, Angela's heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Jonathan's almost perfect profile, seeing complexity in his eyes.

Due to her previous life, Angela was completely devoted to her family and had no idea when Jonathan passed away. Later, when she heard about it, she couldn't help but feel regretful for a while.

Jonathan faintly responded, "A friend of Christopher from the Kins Family?"

Angela nodded hesitantly, somewhat surprised that he knew. "Yes..."

Although the man had an exceptionally handsome appearance, his eyes were too cold, emitting a chilling aura. Angela felt uneasy, unconsciously gripping the cup in her hand.

In her previous life, she had fallen for Christopher and pursued him relentlessly, and almost everyone knew about it.

During the two visits to his family, she tried to win their favor by being overly accommodating and flattering. She thought she had done well.

But later, she found out that they thought she was a joke.

They mocked her behind her back, saying she lacked self-respect as a girl, chasing after a man like that, being frivolous and lowly.

Glancing at the water dispenser, then at Jonathan's wheelchair, Angela kindly took the cup from Jonathan's hand and got some water for him.

Jonathan held the cup in his hand, his narrow eyes turning slightly as he calmly said, "You don't need to please me; I have no say Christopher's affairs."

Chapter 4 The Hideous Kins Family

Angela's eyes widened. Jonathan believed that she was doing this to please him so he would put in a good word for her with Christopher.

"I didn't! I was genuinely concerned about you," Angela nervously clenched her hand and lowered her gaze, saying softly, "And besides, I no longer have feelings for Christopher."

Whether it was the Kins Family or Christopher, she was done being their puppet.

After saying that, Angela turned around and left.

Watching her walk away, Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows slightly, his gaze becoming even more intense...

On the day of her discharge, a Santana stopped at the hospital entrance. It was the Kins Family who came to pick up Fanny from the hospital.

James politely opened the car door for Fanny while Zacharias followed behind, carrying her bags and packages. The three of them got into the car, chatting and laughing.

The car sped away without anyone noticing Angela's presence.

Angela chuckled lightly, not feeling disappointed at all.

She suddenly wanted to escape from that family. No matter how wealthy the Kins Family was, she had no connection with them.

In their eyes, she was just a clown. The butt of their jokes.

The Kins Family lived behind the employee housing area of the garment factory in a three-story house with unique decorations. It was the most beautiful sight in the housing area.

When George resigned from his government job and became one of the first people to start a business, it must be said that George made the right choice. Over the years, he had made a fortune by running a clothing company and became the envy of everyone in the housing area.

It was working hours now, and there were only a few elderly men playing chess in the housing area, as well as a few middle-aged women sitting under the trees, fanning themselves and gossiping.

Seeing Angela return with a canvas bag on her back, they weren't too surprised, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

But as usual, they couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Angela, why did you come back by yourself? James and Zacharias went to pick up your sister early in the morning. Why didn't they bring you back together?"

When the talk turned to cars, Mrs. Lindon's eyes revealed a hint of envy. The Kins Family's wealth and power were recognized by everyone in the housing area.

In the entire housing area, there was no one who didn't envy them.

Mrs. Lindon was known as the gossip queen of the housing area, meddling in everyone's business.

She knows all the scandals and gossip going around in the neighborhood. Whether it was petty theft, mischievous pranks, or outright affairs, she knew everything.

Mrs. Lindon seemed to be very 'concerned' about their family's affairs, just like she used to be. Angela used to cover for the Kins Family, claiming that she had car sickness and would vomit every time she went into the car. Walking was better.

However, this time, Angela didn't plan on hiding or pleasing the Kins Family anymore. There was no need to lie.

"I actually wanted to take the car back, but my sister thinks I'm dirty and won't let me in. What can I do, Mrs. Lindon? I live in the storage room at home, and it smells really bad in there. It's so uncomfortable, especially in this hot weather."

As Angela spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffed and continued, "I can't even eat at the table until my sister finishes her meal. The clothes I wear are all hand-me-downs from my sister, and even this backpack was something she didn't want anymore before I could use it."

The group of women sighed and expressed sympathy for Angela.

The Kins Family, being so wealthy, was surprisingly stingy. They treated their own daughter like a maid while spoiling their adopted daughter. It was really unfair!

It turned out their kindness towards their biological daughter was all just a facade. They treated their adopted daughter like a treasure and their own daughter like dirt. Only the Kins Family could do such a thing.

"Don't cry, my dear. Look at what our family has done. If I had such an amazing granddaughter, I would definitely spoil her like a precious gem. I can't understand what they're thinking."

"They may seem nice to you most of the time, but it turns out it's all a facade. I can't believe the Kins Family, with all their wealth, would be so stingy towards their own daughter. It's really too much!"

As Angela listened to these words, a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. This was exactly the outcome she had hoped for.

It wouldn't be long before this news spreads throughout the entire compound. Let's see how long they can keep up the pretense.

"Ladies, I have to go back and cook now. If I'm late, my parents and brothers will scold me again."

This statement was true. Angela's cooking skills were highly regarded by the Kins Family.

She didn't know when it started, but in addition to school, she had to prepare three meals a day. It was because Fanny never ate the meals made by the housekeeper, so Angela had to work late into the night and wake up before dawn to cook for the family. But she didn't plan on serving them anymore.

Mrs. Lindon was a little puzzled and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Didn't the Kins Family hire a housekeeper? Why do they still need you to come home and cook?"

Chapter 5 It Won't Be For Long

Angela wiped away her tears and said, "My sister refuses to eat the food made by the housekeeper. She claims she can't eat it and only eats the food I prepare. In order to survive, I have to compromise."

Previously, Angela always believed that Fanny was picky because of her excellent cooking skills.

Every time they had a meal, Fanny would compliment her cooking skills and express her preference for the dishes she made.

Blinded by the compliments, Angela was oblivious to the truth.

But now she saw things differently. Fanny was intentionally doing this, treating her like a servant and mocking her behind her back.

As Angela anxiously left, several women couldn't help but sigh.

It's truly difficult to know a person's true nature. They never expected the Kinses' own daughter to live a life worse than a servant. It was truly a tragedy!

Although they couldn't fully comprehend the actions of the Kins Family, they understood the crux of the matter.

All of Angela's misfortunes were caused by Fanny.

This adopted daughter, who usually appeared obedient and sensible, had a malicious side that no one could have anticipated. It was truly difficult to know a person's true nature!

The Kinses' estate was expansive, adorned with various flowers, plants, and a few laurel trees. The fragrance of the flowers wafted through the air, refreshing and delightful.

Upon entering the living room, the entire family was gathered together, exchanging gifts and laughing.

It was such a harmonious scene that one hesitated to disturb their happiness.

Initially, Angela intended to bypass the living room and head to her own room, but she was spotted by Fanny, who had sharp eyes and was walking towards her at that moment.

Fanny affectionately took Angela's hand and smiled joyfully. "Angela, you're back. We have guests at home today. Dad bought a lot of delicious food to celebrate our discharge from the hospital. Your cooking skills are the best, and I love the dishes you prepare."

Everyone then noticed Angela's presence. Observing Fanny and Angela getting close, they frowned, and their expressions turned sour.

James was the first to approach. He warily looked at Angela and then reached out his hand to Fanny, saying, "Fanny, come to me. Don't forget how you got injured. Stay away from Angela. She will harm you."

"James, I've already said it many times. Angela definitely didn't do it—"

Before the conversation could continue, Zacharias interrupted. "It wasn't her who did it, but she allowed the thugs to bully you, Fanny. Stop defending her. You're just too kind, which is why you're being bullied by Angela like this."

Observing this unfolding scene, Angela remained silent and motionless. She simply stood there quietly.

Samuel also approached and handed Angela a piece of paper and a pen. "Angela, since you're back, apologize to Fanny quickly and write a letter of reflection. When you make a mistake, you should act accordingly."

Glancing at the paper and pen in front of her, Angela chuckled.

She took the blank paper and tore it into pieces, and the pen fell heavily to the ground along with her actions.

No one thought Angela would do such a thing. Samuel's face turned red with anger. "Angela, what are you doing?"

Angela didn't beat around the bush and withdrew her hand. "I won't apologize or write a letter of reflection for something I didn't do."

Everyone present was stunned, and a tall man in a white shirt walked over from behind Samuel.

Angela looked up and saw Christopher, her supposed fiancé.

So, he came to defend Fanny. Well, he certainly is quite passionate!

"Angela, you're capable of doing anything to harm your sister. Do you think you can deceive everyone and gain their approval by doing this?"

Without any hesitation, Christopher approached and immediately started accusing her.

He believed that by doing so, Angela would compromise, apologize to Fanny as she had done before, and write a letter of reflection.

But he seemed to have forgotten that Angela had just refused to apologize and tore the blank paper in front of everyone.

It was as if she had undergone a sudden transformation, no longer paying attention to their words.

Angela glanced at Christopher, a hint of mockery flickering in her eyes.

She used to genuinely admire him, this man who seemed gentle and always wore a warm smile.

She used to follow him around like a shadow, obediently obeying his every word, never daring to express any disagreement.

And Christopher had always taken care of this compliant fiancée. This seemingly non-existent affection had trapped Angela, making it impossible for her to free herself.

When did this man start despising me so much?

There was no trace of his previous tenderness, only endless accusations.

"Christopher, don't speak about Angela like that. She is your fiancée, so perhaps she is facing her own difficulties. After such an incident, she must be feeling very upset."

Fanny stepped forward to defend Angela, looking at Christopher with clear eyes filled with confusion and a hint of reproach.

Upon hearing this, Christopher's lips curled into a cruel smile. "She will soon no longer be my fiancée."

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There was a funeral at Westburgh Cemetery.
Jean Eyer was dressed in black and stood quietly among the crowd as her late father's friends came to her to express their condolences.
Someone said in a low tone, "My condolences, Ms. Eyer."
Jean wiped her tears and thanked the mourner.

A month ago, Eyer Group wound up and shuttered. Furthermore, her father suffered a heart attack and passed away.

In an instant, the once prominent Eyer family was gone.

Despite her family's downfall, people still mourned her loss and did not dare to look down on her.

It was because she was not only the daughter of the Eyer family but the wife of a man who conquered the business world and was feared by all. He was the revered president of Royden Group, Edgar Royden.

The funeral proceeded until noon, but Edgar still did not show up. When the funeral was about to end, an inconspicuous Bentley traveled into the cemetery.

Then, the driver got out and opened the passenger door. Edgar stepped out of the car dressed in a pressed tailored suit and shiny polished leather shoes. He had a handsome face with well-formed facial features. However, his eyes were cold.

This was Jean's first time seeing Edgar since marrying him two years ago. It was ironic that she finally saw him again at her father's funeral.

While all the mourners brought flowers and other gifts, Edgar came empty-handed.

"Edgar." What was even more shocking was that a sultry woman in a short red dress came out of his car and held his arm. "Do I have to go in too?"

Edgar's expression softened slightly as he looked at her. He unfurled her fingers from his arm and said, "Wait for me in the car."

"Okay." The woman smiled and stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

That scene was akin to a hard slap on Jean's face.

They were now at her father's funeral. That woman not only disrespected Jean's father by wearing red, but she also kissed Jean's husband with all the mourners watching.

Thus, Jean clenched her fists and struggled to maintain her usual composure. Meanwhile, Edgar walked onto the steps toward her.

Soon, he turned to meet her gaze. Edgar stood at five feet nine inches tall and looked down at her intimidatingly. "What's wrong? Have you turned mute in the past two years?"

"What do you want?" Jean sensed that he did not come here with good intentions.

"What do I want?" Edgar's gaze turned cold. They seemed chillier than the snow and wind outside the hall. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to pay my respect to my dear father-in-law."

He continued to look down at Jean.

Jean's long hair had reached her waist. Edgar could not deny that she had grown even more alluring than two years ago. If she was not his enemy's daughter, perhaps they would have a happy marriage.

Or they would never marry each other.

After all, he married her solely to seek revenge against Gary Eyer.

"Everyone, leave us."

All the mourners acted promptly on Edgar's order and left the hall. No one dared to object or offend the president of Royden Group.

Once the last person left the hall, Jean felt Edgar gripping her wrist painfully. He gripped it so hard that he almost dislocated it. Then, he dragged her forcefully into a room and shut the door.

…

An hour later, Edgar put on his suit jacket and left the memorial hall without a hint of emotion on his face.

The woman who had been waiting outside all this while rushed to welcome him. She held his hand and said gently, "Edgar, how was it? Have you dealt with the problem?"

"Yes," Edgar answered flatly as he held her hand and walked down the steps. "it is all over."

Gigi could hear the resignation in his voice but did not dare to ask questions. She glanced behind with a hint of fear in her eyes.

I hope it is truly over this time.

Chapter 2 Divorce

Jean adjusted her clothes in the room.

She looked up at her father's gray photo and remembered Edgar's cruel words.

"I married you to seek revenge against your disgusting father. Now that he is dead, and you're the only one left, it is your turn to pay for his crimes."

Jean was physically and mentally exhausted. She kneeled on the floor and could not stop tears from flowing down her cheeks. "Dad, I've failed you…"

That day, the news of the Eyer family's overnight downfall became the headline of various major newspapers. The following morning, a piece of entertainment news trended on the Internet!

As Jean was still grieving the loss of her father, a group of people barged into her home in the countryside and moved her furniture out of the house.

Jean's eyes were still swollen from crying as she went downstairs to find out what was causing the loud noises. Her housekeeper, Brigid Lang, rushed to her and said, "Madam! A group of people suddenly barged in and moved things from the house. I can't stop them!"

Jean became alert and stopped one of the people. The man was trying to move a large antique porcelain vase from the foyer. "What are you doing? I'll call the police to arrest you for trespassing!"

"Trespassing? Doesn't this house belong to Mr. Royden? We are acting under his instruction to move everything in the house. I apologize if we've disturbed you."

Jean was stunned and suddenly remembered something. Although my father purchased this house for me as my marital home, I made Edgar the sole owner of this house as a sign of my trust in him.

What is Edgar up to now?

Jean took out her phone to call Edgar and to ask what was going on. However, the phone vibrated, causing her to accidentally press on a notification and open the news.

Edgar Royden, president of Royden Group, announced through an interview that he would be marrying Ms. Gigi Reece, a rookie actress. It is reported that Mr. Royden has divorced Ms. Jean Eyer.

Jean gripped her phone tightly. Divorce? Why am I not aware that I have divorced?

"Madam, what… What should we do?" Brigid panicked as things got out of hand.

Mr. Royden refuses to show Madam even a little mercy. She is his wife, after all. Why does he have to be so cruel?

"Call the police! Call the police now!" Jean finally ordered after remaining silent for a while. It is the only way for me to see Edgar!

Chapter 3 Mr. Royden Will Not See You

Jean finished recording her statement at the police station and sat dispirited in a chair. She had waited for two hours, but Edgar did not show up. Instead, it was his lawyer who came.

The lawyer put down his briefcase and sat opposite Jean before handing her a few documents. "Ms. Eyer, Mr. Royden said if you sign this divorce agreement immediately, he will gift you the apartment at Westlake Mount."

Although the lawyer spoke gently, he still kept a professional distance.

Jean felt heartbroken as she looked at the words 'Divorce Agreement' written in block letters on the document.

She suddenly laughed. Who would have known he would be this impatient to divorce?

The lawyer noticed Jean still hadn't touched the pen and took out a few more documents from his briefcase. He gave them to Jean and explained, "These documents contain detailed information on Mr. Royden and your properties. Both of you do not have shared properties. The apartment at Westlake Mount is a compassionate gift from Mr. Royden. Furthermore, this document shows Mr. Royen's equity split was last year. It means Eyer's Group's debt is your sole responsibility and not shared in this marriage. Therefore, Royden Group has no liability in this."

Then, the lawyer took out another series of documents listing shares, residential properties, credit cards, and so on.

Jean's heart sank. She finally realized it was all part of Edgar's plan. He had devised and calculated everything thoroughly.

Furthermore, every step of his plan was flawless.

One can't deny that he is intelligent. Otherwise, my father wouldn't have been impressed by his capabilities and arranged for me to marry him.

Despite his young age, Edgar managed to amass wealth for Royden Group and made it a leading company in Westburgh.

My father wanted to choose the best man for me. He saw Edgar as a courageous and handsome young man with an incredible mind for business. Within a few years, Edgar raised his family from bankruptcy and created his business empire.

Furthermore, he escaped unscathed after Eyer Group went bankrupt.

I wonder if dad ever expected this.

Jean shuddered in fear as she thought about Edgar's plan. At the same time, her heart sank.

Edgar did not even have to appear in person to divorce and ruin her. He made her struggle helplessly.

Jean clenched her fists and forced herself to calm down. Then, she placed the documents on the table and asked, "Where is Edgar?"

"Mr. Royden is busy accompanying his fiancée to select her wedding dress. He has given me full authority in all matters concerning divorce. Thus, you can talk to me if you have any questions."

"I only wish to meet Edgar. I'm even willing to forgo the apartment if he agrees to meet." Jean looked straight at the young lawyer, who was careful not to reveal Edgar's whereabouts.

The lawyer repeated emotionlessly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Eyer. Mr. Royden will not see you."

"Haha."

Jean chuckled as if everything was within her expectation. She closed the document folder and dug her nail into her palm. "In that case, I won't sign this divorce agreement. If he dares to marry Gigi, I will sue him for bigamy."

"Ms. Eyer!"

The lawyer planned to persuade Jean to sign. However, he could not bear to speak when he saw the grief and determination in her eyes.

"I believe Edgar will never marry Gigi unless the divorce is settled." Jean looked up calmly. "So, tell me where he is."

The lawyer considered before revealing the truth. "Mr. Royden will be at Luminance Club at seven o'clock tonight to meet with the president of Phoenix Properties. Once Mr. Royden finishes the negotiation, I will help you to arrange…"

However, Jean interrupted him. "No need. Some matters can only be resolved directly between him and me."
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Chapter 1 If There Is a Next Life

On the rooftop of Starlight Tower, on the terrace.

In the dim and dilapidated utility room, Kate Lowe was covered in scars and huddled in the corner. Her hands and feet were firmly bound by iron chains, her clothes were tattered, and the high temperature of summer caused the wounds on her body to become inflamed and pus-filled, constantly oozing blood. Flies and mosquitoes swarmed around her and constantly sucked on the exposed and decaying flesh.

The look in her eyes had become somewhat disoriented. The days full of torment had driven her to the point of despair.

Creak!

The door of the utility room suddenly opened.

The glaring sunlight poured in, and Kate instinctively squinted her eyes. She had not seen bright light in a long time, so her eyes were stimulated to have tears.

"Oh, Simon, look at her! This b*tch is so lucky. It's been three days, and she's still alive."

A mocking voice rang out. The words were filled with endless malice and sarcasm.

Kate's body suddenly stiffened. She ignored the glaring sunlight as she looked towards the door. Her expression was one of shock.

Standing in the backlight at the door of the utility room were a man and a woman. The woman was wearing a fiery red dress with big, wavy curls and exquisite makeup on her face. She looked down on Kate with disdain and mockery.

Simon Bishop was dressed in a well-tailored, dark grey suit. He had a handsome face and looked at Kate with the same cold and disdainful gaze. The corner of his mouth lifted into a cold and mocking smile. Simon said, "Whether she lives or dies, the outcome is the same."

"If she died, she would actually be off the hook easily. This time, we need to let her taste the feeling of being shattered into pieces. Hehe!"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. She strode arrogantly in high heels towards the dishevelled Kate, huddled in the corner. She looked at her, and a triumphant smile appeared on her face. She taunted, "Look at you! Where is the noble and elegant Ms. Lowe?

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your family no longer exists."

She smirked, took out her phone, and waved it in front of Kate's eyes. "Did you see this? This is your oldest brother. He's been hacked to death on the street."

The victim on the screen was covered in knife wounds and completely disfigured. The blood was spread several meters away. His handsome face was unrecognisable, but his eyes refused to close even in death.

She lightly slid the screen with her fingers, which were painted with red nail polish, and continued, "And your second brother, he was so eager to find you that he and his car were crushed by a dump truck. Hmm ... I guess this pile of flesh is him."

That woman pointed to the horrifying scene of the car accident on the screen, where the car was crushed by the dump truck, now stacked like paper. There was a pool of blood on the ground, which was glaringly red.

"As for your third brother, he jumped off from the 18th floor to save you—his body had broken into pieces."

Kate stared blankly. Her brain seemed to shut down. All that was in front of her was a glaring red. The woman's voice continued.

"Meanwhile, your parents drove off the bridge and drowned together. Their bodies were just dredged this morning.

"Kate, your whole family died because of you. When is your turn to go to hell?"

She covered her mouth and watched the trembling figure in the corner. Tears of blood had rolled down Kate's eyes. She howled and screamed like a madwoman. That woman smiled even more brightly and continued, "After all, if you live, how can Simon and I take over the entire Lowe Group?"

"Arghhh! Arghhh! Arghhh!"

Kate howled and screamed desperately again, tears of blood dripping from her eyes. The iron chains clanged as she pulled them, but they cut deeper into her flesh.

Kate had understood everything when Simon and Ruth Robertson showed up together and looked at her with disgust, informing her of her family's death.

All of this was a trap set by Simon and Ruth to take control of her company.

It was a pity that she was deceived by her boyfriend and best friend for years. She had brought them into the company so that they got opportunities to destroy the Lowe Group.

"Oh, by the way, I have a more interesting video here."

Ruth looked at Kate, who was screaming in agony. Her laughter became more berserk as she pressed the play button.

Her face was filled with satisfaction from venting her hatred and looked intently at Kate.

It was this woman that had someone tie up Kate, beat and torture her nearly to death, cut out her tongue, and lock her in the utility room on the top floor of the Starlight Tower. Kate was barely clinging to life. However, Ruth left her eyes untouched, just so Kate could witness the tragic ends of those who cared for her, loved her, and protected her.

...

An abandoned factory.

Dressed in a black suit, a gorgeous, handsome man with crimson eyes tightly pressed his lips. He tried to suppress the rage and killing intent in his eyes. His voice trembled and hoarse as he asked, "Where's Kate?"

Simon casually sat at his opposite. He burst into laughter at the question. His face was full of pleasure. He looked disdainfully at the aloof man and said, "Eric, come on. Beg me."

"If you do it, I might tell you where Kate is."

Without hesitation, the dignified man leaned forward and folded his hands. His voice was filled with suppressed pain as he asked, "Please tell me where Kate is!"

Simon was stunned for a moment, then he burst into hysterical laughter.

Woah! Just look at that!

Eric Davison, the man who was all-powerful and influential in Capital City, is actually begging me humbly.

Every cell in his body was screaming with delight. A smile appeared on Simon's face. He sneered, deliberately elongating his tone, and said, "Kate? She said she hated you. You caused the tragic deaths of her family. She never wants to see you again in her life!

"She said she hates your face. Why don't you destroy your face? If you do it, I can plead for you and let her see you."

A dagger was thrown in front of Eric. The sharp blade shimmered with cold light.

Eric picked up the dagger and ruthlessly drew a few lines on his face. Blood gushed out instantly, and it ruined his once beautiful face. Despite the pain, Eric didn't frown. He simply stared at Simon, who looks paranoid and crazy. He calmly demanded, "I want to see her."

Simon was shocked by Eric's actions. He showed a hint of fear and disgust on his face. He coldly pointed to a dark door on the side and said, "She's inside. Go find her."

Eric pushed the door open without hesitation, but instead of Kate, he was met with a chilling blade.

Hidden inside the door were assassins hired by Simon. They took advantage of Eric's unpreparedness to strike him; each attack was meant to kill him.

Kate watched in shock as Eric fought desperately against several men and gradually lost ground. The hatred and guilt in her heart reached peak. She felt as if her heart were being stabbed and stirred with a knife, causing unbearable pain.

Eric had died.

Kate watched helplessly as that god-like man died in front of her. His body was abandoned in the wilderness to be torn apart by wild dogs.

"Now it's your turn, Kate."

There was malice in Ruth's voice as she looked at Kate, who was cowering on the ground with hollow eyes and lacked the will to survive. She smiled even more brightly.

Kate thought herself as a sinner.

She was blind to right and wrong. That mistake caused harm to her loved ones and the man who loved her to the core.

She was the one who should go to hell, not them!

No, the ones who should go to hell were Ruth and Simon.

Kate's eyes burst with intense hatred. Simon unlocked the chains to drag her out. Kate rushed at Simon and bit his neck fiercely like a madwoman.

"Arghhh!"

Simon screamed in agony. He struggled to break free while cursing, "You witch!"

He repeatedly struck Kate's head with his elbow, causing excruciating pain. The tragic scenes of her life kept flashing before her eyes.

If there is a next life ...

If there is a next life!!

She will never let Ruth and Simon, these despicable individuals, get away with it! She'll never make the same mistakes again and allow her loved ones to meet a tragic end.

Her fragile body was no match for the strength of Ruth and Simon. Kate's body was dragged to the edge of the rooftop and mercilessly pushed off.

Bang!

The blood slowly flowed out on the ground. The color was vividly red.

Chapter 2 I Don't Want a Divorce

At midnight.

Kate shuddered awake from a nightmare. She felt disoriented and terrified as she opened her eyes. Subconsciously, she started to look around. Then, she suddenly froze in shock.

The layout of the room was incredibly familiar, it was her room back in Summer Estate!

But wasn't she supposed to be dead?

Pushed off the rooftop by Ruth and Simon, her body had shattered into pieces!

Could it be ... she was reborn?

Realising this, Kate's pupils constricted. She quickly lifted the blanket from her body and jumped out of bed, Not bothering to put on slippers. She ran out barefoot and pushed open the door at the end of the corridor.

As the door opened, she saw a man with his shirtless back facing the door.

There was a faint smell of blood lingered in the air. He turned his face upon hearing the movement. His deep gaze falling on the shocked Kate. That man was stunned, then his handsome face darkened slightly. He asked sarcastically, "What else do you want to do? Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

He exuded a cold and strong aura. His eyes dark and intense as he stared at Kate. It had a strong sense of oppression and it seemed to blend with the dark night, making it impossible to read his emotions.

Kate stared blankly at the man in front of her.

He was the man who had once made her hate and fear. In her previous life, she had been deceived by Ruth and Simon, believing that Eric was plotting against Lowe Group and using paranoid means to keep her by his side. She considered Eric terrifying and devilish. Every waking minute, she wanted to escape his confinement. However, when she was on the verge of death, she realised how much this man had sacrificed for her.

He even willing to sacrifice his life for her.

And now, he sat against the light, a simple bandage wrapped around his left shoulder, but blood still seeped through the bandage. Despite this, his expression remained indifferent, as if the injury was not affecting him at all.

Kate's pupils contracted.

She remembered!
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Chapter 1 Wedding, Miscarriage
Jessie Summers found herself in disbelief as her apparently flawless life began to unravel right on her wedding day.

Clad in her bridal gown, her expectant belly protruding, she stood with anxious anticipation before the statue in the grand hall, her gaze fixed on the entrance.

Despite the bride and the priest being poised for the ceremony, there was a conspicuous absence: the groom, Chase Thompson.

Renowned for his punctuality and intolerance for tardiness, Chase's delay of nearly an hour was unprecedented.

"Mrs. Thompson, please, take a seat," the nanny kindly suggested, offering a chair. "Standing for too long isn't advisable for the baby you're carrying."

With the nanny's assistance, Jessie settled into the seat.

As she reflected on her nine months of pregnancy and the imminent arrival of her child, a radiant smile graced her face.

"Little one, you'll soon meet Mommy and Daddy. Just be patient and take your time, okay?"

With a gentle touch to her belly, Jessie softly murmured, her eyes betraying a hint of concern.

While it appeared she was addressing the child, in reality, she was comforting herself, attempting to quell her worries.

Jessie and Chase had shared a strong bond since the beginning of their relationship, culminating in her pregnancy with his child.

However, their once-solid foundation was shaken by unforeseen events. Following her pregnancy, her father, Peter Summers, was involved in a car accident, leading to her family's financial downfall. Jessie could not help but notice a shift in Chase's demeanour towards her; his affection waned, replaced by a palpable distance.

Despite her efforts to dismiss it, Jessie could not shake the feeling that there was a hint of fear and disdain in Chase's gaze whenever he looked at her.

Perhaps her pregnancy had heightened her sensitivity.

Jessie found herself needing to reassure herself like this often.

She believed that after the wedding and the baby's arrival, everything would go back to normal.

After all, she could only depend on Chase.

As she thought about this, Jessie clutched the hem of her dress.

Chase, the richest man in River City, was an entrepreneur, philanthropist, the youngest billionaire, and the epitome of charm for countless women.

However, those were just the images he presented to the public.

Jessie was keenly aware of his darker side: the underworld kingpin, the ruthless tyrant, the merciless killer!

He operated a mafia empire in secret and his hands were tainted by numerous crimes. Such a person was bound to have many enemies.

Yet, Jessie ignored all of this. She believed no one could love her more than Chase, and she returned his affection wholeheartedly.

She knew that even if she made enemies of the whole world, Chase would be the one standing by her side in the end!

As Jessie was lost in thought, she was startled by a sudden figure rushing in through the church's main entrance.

Her eyes shone with joy as she stood up and asked, "Warren, is Chase here?"

Warren, who served as both Chase's driver and bodyguard, shared an inseparable bond with him.

However, he seemed conflicted, struggling to find the right words.

"What's wrong? Tell me!" Jessie urged.

"Mr. Thompson ... " Warren hesitated, then continued, "Mr. Thompson told me he wouldn't be coming. He went to the airport to pick up a pregnant woman and took her home. He asked me to come back and inform you that the wedding is off ... "

"What?"

Jessie felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her head spinning.

The wedding is off?

A pregnant woman?

Her mind spun, and she looked at Warren, who watched her with concern, attempting to speak.

However, no words came, and she slumped, unconscious, falling backward.

"Madam! Madam!"

...

When Jessie woke up, she found herself staring at the white ceiling, smelling disinfectant in the air.

She realised she was in a hospital and looked around the empty ward.

No one was there, which was different from usual whenever she was sick, Chase was always there with a look of worry.

This was probably the first time she had woken up alone in such a cold, desolate room.

At that moment, the door opened, and a nurse walked in, looking surprised to see Jessie awake. "You're up."

Jessie forced a faint smile but did not speak.

Approaching with a cart, the nurse murmured, "You've just had surgery. It typically takes longer for the anesthesia to wear off. How did you wake up so soon?"

Due to her body's unique reaction and a high tolerance for anesthesia, Jessie did not pay much heed to the nurse's remarks. Instead, she exclaimed, "Surgery? What surgery?"

Ignoring the nurse's response, she uncovered her body.

Her previously swollen abdomen was now flat, with a grim surgical scar running across it like a centipede.

"Where's my child?" Jessie asked, panic filling her expression as she searched the nurse's face for answers.

Touched by her distress, the nurse hesitated before speaking softly, "I heard you had a fall, and when you arrived, you were unconscious and bleeding. So, the doctor had to perform an emergency cesarean section, but ... your child couldn't make it."

Chapter 2 The Husband and the Twins of Another Woman

Your child couldn't make it ...

After the nurse left, Jessie lay on the hospital bed, her expression empty, the nurse's words echoing in her mind.

The child in her womb was supposed to have a happy life.

Her husband was loaded, and she was kind and beautiful.

They planned to give this child the best childhood, grow up with him, and give him the best education. They planned to take him to amusement parks, travel the world, tell him bedtime stories, and he would hide his favorite candies and give them to her ...

"I love you the most, Mom!"

A gentle voice seemed to whisper in her ears, and Jessie imagined a delightful little boy standing before her, beaming.

She smiled back.

However, the perfect image shattered suddenly.

No little boy was in front of her, just the sterile hospital room with its cold white walls.

"My child ... " Jessie cried out hoarsely, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry for failing to protect you," she sobbed.

She cried until she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, all alone in the bleak hospital room.

When Jessie woke up in a daze, she realised she was still alone in the ward.

Outside, she heard hurried footsteps and frantic voices.

In the midst of the chaos, she overheard fragments of conversation. "Mr. Thompson ... The child ... "

"Chase? Is Chase here?"

A glimmer of hope appeared in Jessie's eyes, only to vanish just as fast.

If Chase was really in the hospital, why did he not come to see her?

Jessie tried to sit up, ignoring the dull ache in her abdomen. She strained her neck, trying to hear more of the conversation.

The footsteps paused briefly outside her ward before hurrying away.

Jessie distinctly heard Warren's voice: "Mr. Thompson, Madam is inside. Aren't you going to see her?"

Although she could not make out Chase's response, her heart sank upon hearing his departing footsteps.

Why?

Why won't he come to see me?

Thinking back to what Warren had said at the church, Jessie realised that Chase had brought a pregnant woman home, which caused their wedding to be called off suddenly!

Who could this woman be?

Jessie had so many questions, and they all pushed her to go find Chase for answers.

Since he had not visited her, she would go to him!

Struggling to get out of bed, Jessie saw the IV tube in her arm, a reminder of her time unconscious. She pulled out the needle, making her arm bleed heavily and staining her gown red.

With shaky steps, she opened the door and saw two bodyguards in black near another room. Knowing they were Chase's men, Jessie went up to them.

The bodyguards were surprised to see Jessie and asked, "Madam, why are you here?"

"Where's Chase?" Jessie's voice was weak, and her face was pale.

"Tell me, is Chase inside? Where is he?"

Seeing that the two were not speaking, Jessie pushed aside the bodyguards blocking her and squeezed into the room.

The two bodyguards hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not stop her.

She used her shoulder to force the door open and rushed inside.

Her attention was drawn to a tall, slender man holding a baby in front of a hospital bed. At this moment, he was speaking to the woman in the bed with his head bowed. Jessie also noticed another baby in a cot next to the hospital bed.

"Chase ... " Jessie whimpered like a lost puppy.

Chase turned to her. His expression was unreadable as if he had been expecting her.

"Chase, our child is gone ... " Jessie looked at Chase and the woman on the bed, feeling uneasy.

Jessie understood that Chase must have already been informed about her miscarriage, and she simply needed his comfort.

As Chase gazed at the pale but still lovely face in the doorway, a hint of pain flashed in his eyes. He was about to offer words of solace when he suddenly recalled another swollen face in his trance. His pupils narrowed, and his pain quickly turned to anger.

Chase's expression hardened. Then, he briefly glanced at the baby in his arms before saying, "I see."

Chapter 3 Why Do This to Me?

I see ...

Jessie felt her chest tighten and her breath become heavy at the emotionless response.

Suddenly, the woman on the sickbed spoke. "Chase, is she your wife?"

"Who are you?" Jessie had wanted to know for a while, and now she finally had the chance to ask.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Linda White, Chase's first girlfriend."

Although Linda lay in bed, she smiled gracefully. She shared a smile with Chase when she mentioned that she was his first girlfriend.

Watching this, Jessie felt like an outsider in their family.

"First girlfriend?" Jessie stared at Chase, questioning.

"Yes," Linda said. "Thank you for taking care of Chase all these years. He's always been a bit domineering. He must have made you angry often, right? Oh, by the way!"

Linda picked up the baby from the crib and said to Jessie, "Take a look at my children. They're twins, a boy and a girl. Chase just named them. The boy is Charles Thompson, and the girl is Lily Thompson."

Jessie widened her eyes, looking at the baby in Chase's arms. "What did she say his name was?"

She remembered the day she found out she was pregnant and hugged Chase hopefully. "Chase, you're going to be a dad! We're having a baby! I've already thought of names. If it's a girl, we'll name her Vanessa Thompson, and if it's a boy, we'll name him Charles Thompson. What do you think?"

She hoped she had misunderstood, but Chase didn't avoid her gaze, saying firmly, "His name is Charles Thompson."

"You j*rk!"

Jessie raised her hand and slapped him, and Chase didn't dodge, taking the blow.

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The world's top assassin turned out to be a 17-year-old girl!
Chapter 1 Die Together
Brookhaven.
A solitary island, isolated from the world by the vast ocean.
A secret and inhumane underground laboratory lay hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary island.
In the research room filled with potions and high-tech equipment, the girl was no longer on the narrow single bed. Only four bloody handcuffs remained, hanging at the four corners of the bed.
"Blood Shadow is missing!"
The disappearance of the girl from the bed in the surveillance footage made the operator in front of the screen panic.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the control room changed dramatically. Their eyes were all focused on the screen, the numerous small squares of surveillance footage of the girl, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They quickly searched for the girl's trace in the numerous small squares of surveillance footage but found no sign.

The guards, who had fallen in the corridor at some unknown time, threw them into chaos.

"Activate the security system to search for Blood Shadow immediately. We can't let her escape, or none of us will survive."

The system was activated. A vast blue projection filled with dense data appeared mid-air, resembling a sprawling net when it flickered.

"Quick, release the NT34 smoke. Use any feasible methods to capture her, regardless of the cost!"

Upon receiving the order, numerous spray devices appeared on the solid walls, releasing poisonous gas.

Numerous armed men in black with gas masks moved cautiously through the laboratory filled with poisonous gas.

The sound of necks being twisted and bones breaking echoed in the smoke, sending shivers down their spines. The screams were abruptly silenced.

Under the invisible smoke, bodies piled up.

"Notify Professor Luke and his team to enter the safe zone immediately."

"Zzz... " The equipment suddenly emitted several electric currents.

The next moment, all the equipment was destroyed. The electric current burned the operation table, sparking a burst of sparks, and the equipment emitted a burnt smell, causing everyone to retreat and stay away from the operation table.

The surveillance footage was completely destroyed. The entire laboratory lost its essential surveillance control, and the alarm sounded.

Everyone was horrified.

The communication device transmitted an urgent report. "All professors and researchers have been killed, and Professor Luke is missing."

"Blood Shadow must have killed Professor Luke!"

"Let's retreat. No one here can match Blood Shadow. Most of the genes have been successfully extracted. We have to take the data and run!"

"Let's make a decision quickly before Blood Shadow finds out!"

The control room was in chaos. The leader finally spoke, "Take all the data and evacuate immediately. Prepare to detonate. The higher-ups have ordered that once the gene extraction is successful. Blood Shadow must be killed."

Just then, with a "boom," the metal door of the control room was blasted open.

The entire laboratory shook, and the explosion temporarily deafened everyone. The flames mixed with metal fragments frightened them, causing them to duck and cover.

The door was in ruins.

From the ruins, a thin figure stepped forward, covered in blood, with a momentum that could destroy the world.

Everyone saw the newcomer when the smoke cleared as if they were witnessing a demon or death.

"She's Bl ... Blood Shadow."

The girl slowly raised her face. Her bloodthirsty eyes stared at the people in the control room who were scared to move.

Her long hair spread out, her gaze was as cold as a knife, and her stunning face covered in blood resembled a ghost of death.

That girl was the Blood Shadow they talked about.

A killer who dominated the world of assassins, making all other killers avoid her and causing high-ranking officials to tremble with fear.

She raised her arm slightly and discarded the object in her hand like trash.

When everyone saw what was rolling on the ground, their legs went so weak that it was Professor Luke's head.

It had been severed and rolled to the ground, with blood trailing wherever it went. The two wide-open eyes on the head didn't have time to close and stared at them. This scene gave everyone a suffocating feeling.

The leader regained his senses, trembling as he took out a black detonator and threatened, "Bl ... Blood Shadow, we have implanted a chip in your brain. As long as I detonate it, you will turn to ashes in thirty seconds. You'd better not act rashly."

The girl's cold voice slowly sounded, "Thirty seconds is enough to kill all of you."

"We are just following orders. It's Dark Shadow who wanted us to do this. Every debt has its debtor. Please let us go." Everyone immediately begged for mercy when they saw that Blood Shadow was not afraid.

Dark Shadow?

She laughed loudly, and a hint of mockery flowed in her bloodthirsty eyes, filled with hatred.

Dark Shadow, the largest and most potent assassin organisation in the world, cultivated one desperate killer after another through its brutal training methods.

And she, Blood Shadow, was one of them.

Unlike others, she was the only one Dark Shadow took when she was still an infant. She became the youngest yet most talented trainee in the entire Assassin organisation.

After thirteen years of abnormal training, she began undertaking one extreme mission after another when she was fourteen.

At seventeen, she secured the top spot on the world's assassin list under the "Blood Shadow" codename, a position no one could challenge.

In her six-year career as a top killer, she set one unbreakable record after another and held countless formidable identities. She became a legendary myth in the Dark Shadow and the Assassin world with zero defeats.

Even the retired men from the organisation were no match for her. Her talent was envied by others.

Because of her strength, the organisation began to fear her and wanted her death.

The organisation wanted to extract her genes to clone another, or even countless Blood Shadows, to replace her and serve the organisation.

She was not forced to come here, but voluntarily.

Out of gratitude for the organisation's years of nurturing, she was willing to provide part of her genes to strengthen the organisation.

But she didn't expect them to extract all her genes, clone an exact copy of her, and then kill her to eliminate any future trouble.

Blood Shadow couldn't help but shake her head.

Although she was strong enough to stand independently and lacked neither wealth nor power, she had never been disloyal to the organisation.

She didn't expect her terrifying growth rate would give the organisation ideas to use and kill her.

Blood Shadow laughed at herself when she thought about it.

The organisation had warned her not to have feelings since childhood. But in the end, her compassion was directed at her own people, and they hurt her.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Those who take cold-blooded ruthlessness to the extreme are still the people in the organisation."

Blood Shadow was momentarily distracted. The leader saw his chance and quietly pressed the detonator in his hand. Then he retreated.

Blood Shadow noticed his movement. With one look, she scared the leader into a panic.

She didn't move, but she also took out a detonator under the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Do you recognise this detonator? Professor Luke told me you buried a hundred pounds of TNT in the laboratory."

"Let's go to hell together."

Her voice sent shivers down their spines as it was filled with an icy coldness.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, she pressed the detonator.

The leader now regretted not immediately eliminating her, foolishly hoping to capture her and continue extracting all her genetic material.

With a resounding explosion, flames soared into the sky, and the wicked island sank to the ocean floor, taking with it the girl who had achieved countless triumphs in her life.

Chapter 2 Rebirth, Isabelle Jenkins

Norward City.

In a modest ward of the affiliated hospital.

"My daughter suffered a concussion from a fall, and your school is only willing to pay this much? What if she develops any long-term effects and can't continue her studies? Her life would be ruined. Who will take responsibility for that?! I'm telling you, if you don't pay at least fifteen thousand dollars today, we'll meet at the police station. I'll ensure everyone knows how your school handles these situations and that your school can't continue to operate."

"Mrs. Jenkins, can you please be reasonable? Your daughter is not a young child who needs constant supervision from teachers. Besides, your daughter fell down the stairs because she is overweight. The responsibility lies entirely with her. The school has done its best by paying half of the medical expenses.

"Your daughter's academic performance is poor. She is at the bottom of the class and lacks the motivation to improve. Moreover, she negatively impacts other students' studies. Students have complained to me more than once. A few days ago, she even started dating and brought breakfast to a male student, seriously damaging the school's atmosphere. That boy's parents have come to me."

With her hands on her hips, Eleanor Dawson said shrewishly, "So, you're saying that your school doesn't want to pay, right?"

The argument escalated.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Eleanor and her husband, the homeroom teacher, and the head teacher fell silent, looking at the overweight girl on the hospital bed.

Blood Shadow sat up from the bed and pressed her aching temples. The frail bed creaked under her movement.

The intense pain spread from the back of her head to her entire body, causing her to frown and adjust slowly.

Suddenly, Blood Shadow sensed something. Her massaging motion suddenly stopped. The next moment, she widened her eyes.

She didn't die?

She quickly scanned the ward. Her gaze fell on the four ordinary-looking people standing at the foot of her bed.

"Who are you?"

Blood Shadow's eyes narrowed when she spoke. This was not her voice. She immediately touched her throat but noticed the thick arm she had raised.

She furrowed her brow deeply.

What's going on?

The four people were stunned in response to her question.

Eleanor directly rushed at the teacher and made a fuss. She said, "Look at what my daughter has become. Your school only pays a small amount for medical expenses. You're simply inhuman and heartless!"

The homeroom teacher, a man in his forties wearing black glasses, was flustered. He replied, "Mrs. Jenkins, please calm down."

"Isabelle, I'm your dad. Don't you recognise me?"

"Isabelle, don't scare me. Are you still not fully awake? Take a good look at who we are."

However, the girl just stared at her thick arm.

At that moment, the TV reported, "A solitary island in Brookhaven exploded at 7.10 this morning ... "

Blood Shadow looked at the TV.

Before she could react, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her suddenly poured in, causing her to furrow her brow.

Eleanor was causing a fuss with the homeroom teacher over money while her husband and the head teacher expressed concern.

Her head was throbbing with pain. She couldn't bear it any longer and said, "All of you, please get out!"

"Stop making noise. Isabelle just woke up. Let her rest. If there's anything, let's talk outside." Isabelle's father finally stood up and called the incessantly loud Eleanor out of the ward.

The ward finally quieted down. Blood Shadow maintained an extraordinary calm and smelled the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.

Eleanor's loud voice echoed in the corridor outside.

Blood Shadow entered the bathroom and spent more than ten minutes looking at her unfamiliar face in the mirror. Her features were quite clear. Although her body was fat, her face was not too chubby, and her skin was fair and radiant.

If she lost weight, she would look pretty good.

"Isabelle."

After a while, the girl said that name in front of the mirror.

This name seemed to have a connection to her.

A soul rebirth?

This was not difficult to accept, as she had already witnessed many strange things.

After just standing for ten minutes, her body already felt strained. Her legs were weak, not only because of the impact on her head but also due to the lack of exercise, resulting in physical weakness.

Blood Shadow wanted to know how this body managed to be both bulky and frail.

What a pity. Her body, as strong as an iron wall, was blown to pieces. After years of intense training, it became food for the fish in the ocean in the end.

Blood Shadow closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she had fully embraced this new body and identity.

Isabelle.

It sounded good. It's much more human than Blood Shadow.

She returned to the ward. The corridor outside was quiet. The doctor entered and brought the medical record to check on her. "Are you Isabelle?"

She lifted her bright eyes and responded, "Yes, that's me."

Taragon City, the Harris Residence.

In a study room decorated in a low-key yet luxurious manner, a man sat at his desk with a document in front of him.

"What a pity," that man murmured.

His voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with regret.

A moment later, he sighed again. "Such a waste of a genius." This time, his lament was more straightforward.

His gaze fell on the document. The name on it was "Blood Shadow."

This elusive genius assassin, whose gender was unknown to many, had most of her information displayed in front of this man.

Isabelle spent a night in the hospital and was urged by her mother, Eleanor, to go home early the following day.

"Quickly change your clothes, and let's go home. The school only slightly compensated us, and we can't afford your hospital bills."

Eleanor tossed the clothes she brought to Isabelle and constantly complained about the meagre compensation.

Isabelle's eyes were cold as she sat motionless on the hospital bed.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? I have to go to work soon. Will you make up for it if I'm late and they deduct my pay?"

She always talks about money.

Blood Shadow thought about how she had taken over Isabelle's body. She decided to tolerate this harsh and cheap mother.

After leaving the hospital, Eleanor left her and gave her thirty cents for the bus fare. She handed her the keys and went to work.

Relying on the original owner's memory, Isabelle returned to her home. Before she entered the residential area, she ran into a handsome boy.

That boy, who wore a blue and white school uniform, was full of youthful energy but a bit thin and silent.

Although Eleanor was mean, she possessed a remarkable beauty that contributed to her proud and arrogant demeanour.

The boy standing before her had inherited Eleanor's genes.

When that boy saw Isabelle, he stopped for a while. His gaze shifted to the bandage wrapped around her head.

Isabelle also observed him closely.

Perhaps the previous Isabelle had grown accustomed to being submissive and avoiding eye contact, so her behaviour made the boy frown in surprise.

He approached her, and Isabelle noticed a slight limp in his left foot.

Ethan didn't say a word, but as he passed by her, he handed her the object before continuing to school with his backpack.

Isabelle looked at the bun in her hand.

Her younger brother didn't inherit their mother's harsh nature.

A concussion is not a minor issue, and the doctor disagreed with Isabelle's discharge. However, Eleanor was too stingy to pay for the hospital stay. So, upon returning home, Isabelle did nothing but go straight to bed and sleep.

She slept until darkness fell.

"Fat pig, you truly are a pig reincarnated. All you do is eat and sleep all day. Why don't you just drop dead?"

When Isabelle opened her eyes, she saw Layla standing by her bed, glaring at her with disgust and hatred.

"What are you staring at? Get up and eat. Do you need someone to call you, even for a meal? Even a disabled person is more useful than you!" Layla said, turning to leave without wanting to spend another second in the room.

With such looks and character, she was indeed a spitting image of Eleanor.

Isabelle sat up and realised this family was quite abnormal, especially her supposed younger sister, Layla.

Isabelle, who had inherited the memories of the previous owner, knew all too well the extent of the bullying she had endured from this "loving sister."

She is young but has a wicked heart. She truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Chapter 3 Extraordinary Intelligence

Isabelle came out of her room.

"Isabelle, come and eat." Isabelle's father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks.

The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow.

A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot.

Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table.

"You must be feeling better after a good sleep. Eat up." William added some meat to her bowl and said with a hint of shame, "We can't afford to keep you in the hospital any longer. Rest well at home before going back to school. I'll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you."

"With her poor grades, it doesn't matter whether she goes to school or not. The teachers probably hope she doesn't show up," Layla sneered.

"Layla! Isabelle is your sister. How can you speak like that?" William scolded angrily.

"Why are you yelling? What did Layla say wrong? I really don't know what's in her brain. She even scored five or ten points. I've been completely embarrassed by her. And she's even dating at such a young age. She's not ashamed at all." Eleanor's words grew more heated as she spoke.

Not satisfied with scolding Isabelle, she turned her anger towards William. "Do you know how your relatives laugh at me? How did I end up marrying such a useless man like you? All your brothers were extremely poor back then, but now they all drive cars and live in new houses. Only you, still living in this old house with your wife and children, are using the old appliances your brothers don't want anymore. If you were a bit more ambitious, your son wouldn't be limping. I really regret marrying you."

Facing his wife's complaints, William kept his head down and said nothing. His face aged more than his peers due to overwork, flushed with shame.

Ethan continued to eat calmly, seemingly numb to the familiar scene. However, he gripped his chopsticks tighter when he heard the word "limping."

"You really don't care, do you? Our parents are arguing because of you, and you're just sitting there watching TV. You're hopeless. I can't believe I have a sister like you." Layla glared at Isabelle and made the situation worse.

As expected, Isabelle received an almost resentful glare from Eleanor.

However, Isabelle shifted her gaze from the TV to Layla with a blank expression.

Her gaze was as cold as ice.

"What's with that look? Did I say something wrong?" Layla felt something was off about Isabelle since she returned from the hospital. Usually, she would just lower her head, shrink her neck, and be too scared to eat. She wouldn't dare look at her like this.

Did she hit her head and damage her brain?

"You little br*t, how dare you glare at your sister. Finish your meal quickly and wash the dishes. I get angry just looking at you." After scolding Isabelle, Eleanor picked up her bowl to eat.

Isabelle glanced at Eleanor. She didn't want to argue with them at this moment.

She turned her attention back to the TV.

The TV was old and has been used for many years. The model was long outdated.

The news was reporting on a major explosion in Brookhaven.

A cold light flashed in Isabelle's eyes.

Dark Shadow, I, Blood Shadow, will settle this score sooner or later!

She put down her chopsticks and stood up to return to her room.

"Oh, you're eating so little today. Don't you usually eat three bowls?" Layla glanced at Isabelle's bowl and mocked it.

Eleanor ordered Isabelle, "Wash the dishes before you return to your room."

"Isabelle just had a bad fall yesterday. She can't wash dishes. Layla, Ethan, you guys do it," William said gruffly.

Layla replied, "But I don't know how to wash the dishes." Then she muttered, "She fell on her head, not her hands. She usually does the washing."

"Layla and Ethan still have homework to do. What if their grades drop? Every New Year, when we sit with our relatives, they brag about their cars and houses. We can only be proud of Layla and Ethan's grades." After Eleanor finished speaking, she urged Isabelle to wash the dishes.

Isabelle stood at the entrance of the living room and looked at Eleanor. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was restraining something.

She was not known for her good temper. The rumours of her ruthless nature were not exaggerated or unfounded.

If Eleanor and Layla dared to say another word, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't lose her temper.

Just then, Ethan finished eating and quietly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Put that down. Why did you wash it? Go back to your room and do your homework." Eleanor would never let her son do such chores. She always left the housework to Isabelle.

Isabelle worked tirelessly every day, yet her meal portion remained the same.

Ethan ignored Eleanor. He picked up the dishes and went to wash them.

Layla frowned slightly, not approving but too lazy to lecture her taciturn brother. She got up and returned to her room. She had no idea how she had narrowly escaped a "storm."

Eleanor glared at Isabelle. She went to the kitchen to chase her son back to his room and she washed the dishes herself.

After sleeping for a day, Isabelle's physical and mental state had somewhat recovered. She walked around the yard to inspect the place where the family lived.

The old house was inherited from two generations before. Although it was dilapidated, it was large enough, with a courtyard, walls, and a separate kitchen.

A sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted in the courtyard.

There were several rooms initially occupied by a large family. Later, William's brothers made some money and moved out, leaving them behind.

Ethan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Isabelle in the yard. Their eyes met for a moment. Then he limped back to his room.

Isabelle watched his back and followed him.

Ethan took out a difficult math problem he had copied from the internet yesterday. He frowned and sat at his desk, continuing to solve the problem.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. He looked up and saw Isabelle leaning against his door frame with her arms folded, appearing out of nowhere.

A large figure blocked his doorway completely.

This was the first time Isabelle had entered his room. Usually, she would retreat to her room when she returned from school, regardless of the time, except for doing housework.

Ethan noticed that his sister seemed different today.

Isabelle walked over and glanced at his notebook. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "You can't solve it?"

Ethan looked at her in silence.

Isabelle took his pen and began writing in his notebook without hesitation.

Before Ethan could react, his notebook had been filled with her writing. The challenging question that was beyond the syllabus had been solved.

It was solved perfectly!

The steps were clear and unique.

After reading it, Ethan felt as if he had been enlightened. His face even turned slightly red with excitement.

After the initial surprise, he looked at Isabelle in disbelief and asked, "How did you do it?"

This was the first sentence her so-called brother had ever said to her.

"Isn't this simple problem solvable by anyone with hands?" Isabelle replied sincerely.

Ethan said, "This is a university-level question I found online."

He was in his second year of high school, one grade below Isabelle and Layla.

Isabelle responded, "So what?"

Ethan stared suspiciously at the unusually intelligent Isabelle and said, "You usually score five or ten points. The highest you've ever scored is twenty-five. Besides choosing ABCD in multiple-choice questions, you could only write out a word, 'solutions'."

With her level of intelligence, how could she possibly solve it?

Having inherited the original owner's memories, Blood Shadow knew how foolish the original owner had been.

Isabelle scoffed without hesitation, "Writing out 'solutions' is just a way not to embarrass them. Such questions are simply a waste of time and ink."

Ethan couldn't believe it and asked, "So, were you just pretending all this time?"

The top-notch assassin was betrayed by the organization. After reincarnation, she found her appearance looking like...
Chapter 1 Die Together
Brookhaven.
A solitary island, isolated from the world by the vast ocean.
A secret and inhumane underground laboratory lay hidden beneath this seemingly ordinary island.
In the research room filled with potions and high-tech equipment, the girl was no longer on the narrow single bed. Only four bloody handcuffs remained, hanging at the four corners of the bed.
"Blood Shadow is missing!"
The disappearance of the girl from the bed in the surveillance footage made the operator in front of the screen panic.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the control room changed dramatically. Their eyes were all focused on the screen, the numerous small squares of surveillance footage of the girl, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They quickly searched for the girl's trace in the numerous small squares of surveillance footage but found no sign.

The guards, who had fallen in the corridor at some unknown time, threw them into chaos.

"Activate the security system to search for Blood Shadow immediately. We can't let her escape, or none of us will survive."

The system was activated. A vast blue projection filled with dense data appeared mid-air, resembling a sprawling net when it flickered.

"Quick, release the NT34 smoke. Use any feasible methods to capture her, regardless of the cost!"

Upon receiving the order, numerous spray devices appeared on the solid walls, releasing poisonous gas.

Numerous armed men in black with gas masks moved cautiously through the laboratory filled with poisonous gas.

The sound of necks being twisted and bones breaking echoed in the smoke, sending shivers down their spines. The screams were abruptly silenced.

Under the invisible smoke, bodies piled up.

"Notify Professor Luke and his team to enter the safe zone immediately."

"Zzz... " The equipment suddenly emitted several electric currents.

The next moment, all the equipment was destroyed. The electric current burned the operation table, sparking a burst of sparks, and the equipment emitted a burnt smell, causing everyone to retreat and stay away from the operation table.

The surveillance footage was completely destroyed. The entire laboratory lost its essential surveillance control, and the alarm sounded.

Everyone was horrified.

The communication device transmitted an urgent report. "All professors and researchers have been killed, and Professor Luke is missing."

"Blood Shadow must have killed Professor Luke!"

"Let's retreat. No one here can match Blood Shadow. Most of the genes have been successfully extracted. We have to take the data and run!"

"Let's make a decision quickly before Blood Shadow finds out!"

The control room was in chaos. The leader finally spoke, "Take all the data and evacuate immediately. Prepare to detonate. The higher-ups have ordered that once the gene extraction is successful. Blood Shadow must be killed."

Just then, with a "boom," the metal door of the control room was blasted open.

The entire laboratory shook, and the explosion temporarily deafened everyone. The flames mixed with metal fragments frightened them, causing them to duck and cover.

The door was in ruins.

From the ruins, a thin figure stepped forward, covered in blood, with a momentum that could destroy the world.

Everyone saw the newcomer when the smoke cleared as if they were witnessing a demon or death.

"She's Bl ... Blood Shadow."

The girl slowly raised her face. Her bloodthirsty eyes stared at the people in the control room who were scared to move.

Her long hair spread out, her gaze was as cold as a knife, and her stunning face covered in blood resembled a ghost of death.

That girl was the Blood Shadow they talked about.

A killer who dominated the world of assassins, making all other killers avoid her and causing high-ranking officials to tremble with fear.

She raised her arm slightly and discarded the object in her hand like trash.

When everyone saw what was rolling on the ground, their legs went so weak that it was Professor Luke's head.

It had been severed and rolled to the ground, with blood trailing wherever it went. The two wide-open eyes on the head didn't have time to close and stared at them. This scene gave everyone a suffocating feeling.

The leader regained his senses, trembling as he took out a black detonator and threatened, "Bl ... Blood Shadow, we have implanted a chip in your brain. As long as I detonate it, you will turn to ashes in thirty seconds. You'd better not act rashly."

The girl's cold voice slowly sounded, "Thirty seconds is enough to kill all of you."

"We are just following orders. It's Dark Shadow who wanted us to do this. Every debt has its debtor. Please let us go." Everyone immediately begged for mercy when they saw that Blood Shadow was not afraid.

Dark Shadow?

She laughed loudly, and a hint of mockery flowed in her bloodthirsty eyes, filled with hatred.

Dark Shadow, the largest and most potent assassin organisation in the world, cultivated one desperate killer after another through its brutal training methods.

And she, Blood Shadow, was one of them.

Unlike others, she was the only one Dark Shadow took when she was still an infant. She became the youngest yet most talented trainee in the entire Assassin organisation.

After thirteen years of abnormal training, she began undertaking one extreme mission after another when she was fourteen.

At seventeen, she secured the top spot on the world's assassin list under the "Blood Shadow" codename, a position no one could challenge.

In her six-year career as a top killer, she set one unbreakable record after another and held countless formidable identities. She became a legendary myth in the Dark Shadow and the Assassin world with zero defeats.

Even the retired men from the organisation were no match for her. Her talent was envied by others.

Because of her strength, the organisation began to fear her and wanted her death.

The organisation wanted to extract her genes to clone another, or even countless Blood Shadows, to replace her and serve the organisation.

She was not forced to come here, but voluntarily.

Out of gratitude for the organisation's years of nurturing, she was willing to provide part of her genes to strengthen the organisation.

But she didn't expect them to extract all her genes, clone an exact copy of her, and then kill her to eliminate any future trouble.

Blood Shadow couldn't help but shake her head.

Although she was strong enough to stand independently and lacked neither wealth nor power, she had never been disloyal to the organisation.

She didn't expect her terrifying growth rate would give the organisation ideas to use and kill her.

Blood Shadow laughed at herself when she thought about it.

The organisation had warned her not to have feelings since childhood. But in the end, her compassion was directed at her own people, and they hurt her.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Those who take cold-blooded ruthlessness to the extreme are still the people in the organisation."

Blood Shadow was momentarily distracted. The leader saw his chance and quietly pressed the detonator in his hand. Then he retreated.

Blood Shadow noticed his movement. With one look, she scared the leader into a panic.

She didn't move, but she also took out a detonator under the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Do you recognise this detonator? Professor Luke told me you buried a hundred pounds of TNT in the laboratory."

"Let's go to hell together."

Her voice sent shivers down their spines as it was filled with an icy coldness.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, she pressed the detonator.

The leader now regretted not immediately eliminating her, foolishly hoping to capture her and continue extracting all her genetic material.

With a resounding explosion, flames soared into the sky, and the wicked island sank to the ocean floor, taking with it the girl who had achieved countless triumphs in her life.

Chapter 2 Rebirth, Isabelle Jenkins

Norward City.

In a modest ward of the affiliated hospital.

"My daughter suffered a concussion from a fall, and your school is only willing to pay this much? What if she develops any long-term effects and can't continue her studies? Her life would be ruined. Who will take responsibility for that?! I'm telling you, if you don't pay at least fifteen thousand dollars today, we'll meet at the police station. I'll ensure everyone knows how your school handles these situations and that your school can't continue to operate."

"Mrs. Jenkins, can you please be reasonable? Your daughter is not a young child who needs constant supervision from teachers. Besides, your daughter fell down the stairs because she is overweight. The responsibility lies entirely with her. The school has done its best by paying half of the medical expenses.

"Your daughter's academic performance is poor. She is at the bottom of the class and lacks the motivation to improve. Moreover, she negatively impacts other students' studies. Students have complained to me more than once. A few days ago, she even started dating and brought breakfast to a male student, seriously damaging the school's atmosphere. That boy's parents have come to me."

With her hands on her hips, Eleanor Dawson said shrewishly, "So, you're saying that your school doesn't want to pay, right?"

The argument escalated.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Eleanor and her husband, the homeroom teacher, and the head teacher fell silent, looking at the overweight girl on the hospital bed.

Blood Shadow sat up from the bed and pressed her aching temples. The frail bed creaked under her movement.

The intense pain spread from the back of her head to her entire body, causing her to frown and adjust slowly.

Suddenly, Blood Shadow sensed something. Her massaging motion suddenly stopped. The next moment, she widened her eyes.

She didn't die?

She quickly scanned the ward. Her gaze fell on the four ordinary-looking people standing at the foot of her bed.

"Who are you?"

Blood Shadow's eyes narrowed when she spoke. This was not her voice. She immediately touched her throat but noticed the thick arm she had raised.

She furrowed her brow deeply.

What's going on?

The four people were stunned in response to her question.

Eleanor directly rushed at the teacher and made a fuss. She said, "Look at what my daughter has become. Your school only pays a small amount for medical expenses. You're simply inhuman and heartless!"

The homeroom teacher, a man in his forties wearing black glasses, was flustered. He replied, "Mrs. Jenkins, please calm down."

"Isabelle, I'm your dad. Don't you recognise me?"

"Isabelle, don't scare me. Are you still not fully awake? Take a good look at who we are."

However, the girl just stared at her thick arm.

At that moment, the TV reported, "A solitary island in Brookhaven exploded at 7.10 this morning ... "

Blood Shadow looked at the TV.

Before she could react, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her suddenly poured in, causing her to furrow her brow.

Eleanor was causing a fuss with the homeroom teacher over money while her husband and the head teacher expressed concern.

Her head was throbbing with pain. She couldn't bear it any longer and said, "All of you, please get out!"

"Stop making noise. Isabelle just woke up. Let her rest. If there's anything, let's talk outside." Isabelle's father finally stood up and called the incessantly loud Eleanor out of the ward.

The ward finally quieted down. Blood Shadow maintained an extraordinary calm and smelled the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.

Eleanor's loud voice echoed in the corridor outside.

Blood Shadow entered the bathroom and spent more than ten minutes looking at her unfamiliar face in the mirror. Her features were quite clear. Although her body was fat, her face was not too chubby, and her skin was fair and radiant.

If she lost weight, she would look pretty good.

"Isabelle."

After a while, the girl said that name in front of the mirror.

This name seemed to have a connection to her.

A soul rebirth?

This was not difficult to accept, as she had already witnessed many strange things.

After just standing for ten minutes, her body already felt strained. Her legs were weak, not only because of the impact on her head but also due to the lack of exercise, resulting in physical weakness.

Blood Shadow wanted to know how this body managed to be both bulky and frail.

What a pity. Her body, as strong as an iron wall, was blown to pieces. After years of intense training, it became food for the fish in the ocean in the end.

Blood Shadow closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she had fully embraced this new body and identity.

Isabelle.

It sounded good. It's much more human than Blood Shadow.

She returned to the ward. The corridor outside was quiet. The doctor entered and brought the medical record to check on her. "Are you Isabelle?"

She lifted her bright eyes and responded, "Yes, that's me."

Taragon City, the Harris Residence.

In a study room decorated in a low-key yet luxurious manner, a man sat at his desk with a document in front of him.

"What a pity," that man murmured.

His voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with regret.

A moment later, he sighed again. "Such a waste of a genius." This time, his lament was more straightforward.

His gaze fell on the document. The name on it was "Blood Shadow."

This elusive genius assassin, whose gender was unknown to many, had most of her information displayed in front of this man.

Isabelle spent a night in the hospital and was urged by her mother, Eleanor, to go home early the following day.

"Quickly change your clothes, and let's go home. The school only slightly compensated us, and we can't afford your hospital bills."

Eleanor tossed the clothes she brought to Isabelle and constantly complained about the meagre compensation.

Isabelle's eyes were cold as she sat motionless on the hospital bed.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? I have to go to work soon. Will you make up for it if I'm late and they deduct my pay?"

She always talks about money.

Blood Shadow thought about how she had taken over Isabelle's body. She decided to tolerate this harsh and cheap mother.

After leaving the hospital, Eleanor left her and gave her thirty cents for the bus fare. She handed her the keys and went to work.

Relying on the original owner's memory, Isabelle returned to her home. Before she entered the residential area, she ran into a handsome boy.

That boy, who wore a blue and white school uniform, was full of youthful energy but a bit thin and silent.

Although Eleanor was mean, she possessed a remarkable beauty that contributed to her proud and arrogant demeanour.

The boy standing before her had inherited Eleanor's genes.

When that boy saw Isabelle, he stopped for a while. His gaze shifted to the bandage wrapped around her head.

Isabelle also observed him closely.

Perhaps the previous Isabelle had grown accustomed to being submissive and avoiding eye contact, so her behaviour made the boy frown in surprise.

He approached her, and Isabelle noticed a slight limp in his left foot.

Ethan didn't say a word, but as he passed by her, he handed her the object before continuing to school with his backpack.

Isabelle looked at the bun in her hand.

Her younger brother didn't inherit their mother's harsh nature.

A concussion is not a minor issue, and the doctor disagreed with Isabelle's discharge. However, Eleanor was too stingy to pay for the hospital stay. So, upon returning home, Isabelle did nothing but go straight to bed and sleep.

She slept until darkness fell.

"Fat pig, you truly are a pig reincarnated. All you do is eat and sleep all day. Why don't you just drop dead?"

When Isabelle opened her eyes, she saw Layla standing by her bed, glaring at her with disgust and hatred.

"What are you staring at? Get up and eat. Do you need someone to call you, even for a meal? Even a disabled person is more useful than you!" Layla said, turning to leave without wanting to spend another second in the room.

With such looks and character, she was indeed a spitting image of Eleanor.

Isabelle sat up and realised this family was quite abnormal, especially her supposed younger sister, Layla.

Isabelle, who had inherited the memories of the previous owner, knew all too well the extent of the bullying she had endured from this "loving sister."

She is young but has a wicked heart. She truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Chapter 3 Extraordinary Intelligence

Isabelle came out of her room.

"Isabelle, come and eat." Isabelle's father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks.

The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow.

A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot.

Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table.

"You must be feeling better after a good sleep. Eat up." William added some meat to her bowl and said with a hint of shame, "We can't afford to keep you in the hospital any longer. Rest well at home before going back to school. I'll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you."

"With her poor grades, it doesn't matter whether she goes to school or not. The teachers probably hope she doesn't show up," Layla sneered.

"Layla! Isabelle is your sister. How can you speak like that?" William scolded angrily.

"Why are you yelling? What did Layla say wrong? I really don't know what's in her brain. She even scored five or ten points. I've been completely embarrassed by her. And she's even dating at such a young age. She's not ashamed at all." Eleanor's words grew more heated as she spoke.

Not satisfied with scolding Isabelle, she turned her anger towards William. "Do you know how your relatives laugh at me? How did I end up marrying such a useless man like you? All your brothers were extremely poor back then, but now they all drive cars and live in new houses. Only you, still living in this old house with your wife and children, are using the old appliances your brothers don't want anymore. If you were a bit more ambitious, your son wouldn't be limping. I really regret marrying you."

Facing his wife's complaints, William kept his head down and said nothing. His face aged more than his peers due to overwork, flushed with shame.

Ethan continued to eat calmly, seemingly numb to the familiar scene. However, he gripped his chopsticks tighter when he heard the word "limping."

"You really don't care, do you? Our parents are arguing because of you, and you're just sitting there watching TV. You're hopeless. I can't believe I have a sister like you." Layla glared at Isabelle and made the situation worse.

As expected, Isabelle received an almost resentful glare from Eleanor.

However, Isabelle shifted her gaze from the TV to Layla with a blank expression.

Her gaze was as cold as ice.

"What's with that look? Did I say something wrong?" Layla felt something was off about Isabelle since she returned from the hospital. Usually, she would just lower her head, shrink her neck, and be too scared to eat. She wouldn't dare look at her like this.

Did she hit her head and damage her brain?

"You little br*t, how dare you glare at your sister. Finish your meal quickly and wash the dishes. I get angry just looking at you." After scolding Isabelle, Eleanor picked up her bowl to eat.

Isabelle glanced at Eleanor. She didn't want to argue with them at this moment.

She turned her attention back to the TV.

The TV was old and has been used for many years. The model was long outdated.

The news was reporting on a major explosion in Brookhaven.

A cold light flashed in Isabelle's eyes.

Dark Shadow, I, Blood Shadow, will settle this score sooner or later!

She put down her chopsticks and stood up to return to her room.

"Oh, you're eating so little today. Don't you usually eat three bowls?" Layla glanced at Isabelle's bowl and mocked it.

Eleanor ordered Isabelle, "Wash the dishes before you return to your room."

"Isabelle just had a bad fall yesterday. She can't wash dishes. Layla, Ethan, you guys do it," William said gruffly.

Layla replied, "But I don't know how to wash the dishes." Then she muttered, "She fell on her head, not her hands. She usually does the washing."

"Layla and Ethan still have homework to do. What if their grades drop? Every New Year, when we sit with our relatives, they brag about their cars and houses. We can only be proud of Layla and Ethan's grades." After Eleanor finished speaking, she urged Isabelle to wash the dishes.

Isabelle stood at the entrance of the living room and looked at Eleanor. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was restraining something.

She was not known for her good temper. The rumours of her ruthless nature were not exaggerated or unfounded.

If Eleanor and Layla dared to say another word, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't lose her temper.

Just then, Ethan finished eating and quietly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Put that down. Why did you wash it? Go back to your room and do your homework." Eleanor would never let her son do such chores. She always left the housework to Isabelle.

Isabelle worked tirelessly every day, yet her meal portion remained the same.

Ethan ignored Eleanor. He picked up the dishes and went to wash them.

Layla frowned slightly, not approving but too lazy to lecture her taciturn brother. She got up and returned to her room. She had no idea how she had narrowly escaped a "storm."

Eleanor glared at Isabelle. She went to the kitchen to chase her son back to his room and she washed the dishes herself.

After sleeping for a day, Isabelle's physical and mental state had somewhat recovered. She walked around the yard to inspect the place where the family lived.

The old house was inherited from two generations before. Although it was dilapidated, it was large enough, with a courtyard, walls, and a separate kitchen.

A sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted in the courtyard.

There were several rooms initially occupied by a large family. Later, William's brothers made some money and moved out, leaving them behind.

Ethan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Isabelle in the yard. Their eyes met for a moment. Then he limped back to his room.

Isabelle watched his back and followed him.

Ethan took out a difficult math problem he had copied from the internet yesterday. He frowned and sat at his desk, continuing to solve the problem.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. He looked up and saw Isabelle leaning against his door frame with her arms folded, appearing out of nowhere.

A large figure blocked his doorway completely.

This was the first time Isabelle had entered his room. Usually, she would retreat to her room when she returned from school, regardless of the time, except for doing housework.

Ethan noticed that his sister seemed different today.

Isabelle walked over and glanced at his notebook. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "You can't solve it?"

Ethan looked at her in silence.

Isabelle took his pen and began writing in his notebook without hesitation.

Before Ethan could react, his notebook had been filled with her writing. The challenging question that was beyond the syllabus had been solved.

It was solved perfectly!

The steps were clear and unique.

After reading it, Ethan felt as if he had been enlightened. His face even turned slightly red with excitement.

After the initial surprise, he looked at Isabelle in disbelief and asked, "How did you do it?"

This was the first sentence her so-called brother had ever said to her.

"Isn't this simple problem solvable by anyone with hands?" Isabelle replied sincerely.

Ethan said, "This is a university-level question I found online."

He was in his second year of high school, one grade below Isabelle and Layla.

Isabelle responded, "So what?"

Ethan stared suspiciously at the unusually intelligent Isabelle and said, "You usually score five or ten points. The highest you've ever scored is twenty-five. Besides choosing ABCD in multiple-choice questions, you could only write out a word, 'solutions'."

With her level of intelligence, how could she possibly solve it?

Having inherited the original owner's memories, Blood Shadow knew how foolish the original owner had been.

Isabelle scoffed without hesitation, "Writing out 'solutions' is just a way not to embarrass them. Such questions are simply a waste of time and ink."

Ethan couldn't believe it and asked, "So, were you just pretending all this time?"

“I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. Frankly, I normally see these numbers in women ten or fifteen years your senior.”
“What?” I murmur, not believing my ears. I’ve been trying to get pregnant for years. I’m only 30, I should have plenty of eggs left.
“In terms of fertility, you have very little time left.” She continues. “If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.”
“My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, and though it might not be everyone’s ambition, I want nothing more than to be a mother.
I have to get home and tell my boyfriend this news, and there’s not a moment to waste.
I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk inside I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me.
I cock my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Mike is clearly in there with another woman, is realizing who he’s with. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate.
“Fuck, Ella is so stupid.” Mike laughs, “can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?”
Kate snorts, “she’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.”
“If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.”
“The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?”
“I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself.
My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get pregnant, despite having unprotected sex multiple times a week for years. It’s even clear how I could have the eggs of a 45-year-old, if my despicable partner has been secretly feeding me emergency contraceptives every day – there’s no telling what other damage that might have done to my reproductive system.
Before I can think better of it, I pull the smoke alarm on the wall, wanting to frighten and punish the pair in the bedroom so fiercely that I fear I might attack them when they emerge. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise.
A few moments later they come rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks when they see me looming in the doorway. Mike’s eyes go comically wide, “What are you doing home so early?” The snake has the nerve to sound affronted that I surprised him, when he’s the one who’s been sneaking around behind my back for God knows how long. He seems to realize how suspicious it looks that he and Kate are standing there in their underwear and quickly adds, “Kate came to see me so we could plan a surprise for your birthday, but then we spilled coffee all over our clothes so we had to change.”
Fire blazes in my veins, he must truly believe I’m an idiot if he expects me to buy such a feeble excuse.
It’s a testament to their horrifically low opinion of me that they buy my act, and I vow to get my revenge one way or another. I can’t believe I wasted so many years – my best years – on this scumbag. And now he may have cost me my future too. As soon as the thought enters my head, I know I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of.
I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore.
Even if I could find a man willing to have a baby with me in time, I’m not eager to trust anyone after Mike’s betrayal. I’m going to have to do this on my own, and I know Cora can help me. I don’t have much money, but I have enough savings to pay for the insemination, especially since I basically have one shot and one shot only.
When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility.
“That little shit! I’ll kill him!” She fumes, studying me with a worried expression. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.”
“I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.”
“Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.”
“Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “the billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him.
“Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.”
“Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.”
“Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.”
It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.”
Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future.
If only I’d known that by the time those ten days were up, my future would no longer belong to me – but to Dominic Sinclair himself.

Chapter 2 - Be Fired
Six days to go. I think, staring at the date circled on my calendar. Six days until I find out if my dreams are finally going to come true… or if I have to figure out an entirely different plan for my life.
I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m pregnant I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal.
I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning.
When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!”
The next thing I know, 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?”
“Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back inside and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow.
Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.”
“Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.”
She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl.
When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying.
With dark hair and piercing green eyes, chiseled features and a body so muscular I could swoon, it doesn’t seem fair he gets to look so good and also be so rich. If I didn’t know better I might think it was his wealth or imposing height that makes him so intimidating, after all he’s at least six foot four, which means he towers over me and everyone else around him. However it’s neither of those things, there’s simply an indefinable quality about the man that I can’t put my finger on, one which screams danger. He gives off this energy that’s so raw and animalistic one forgets there’s anyone else in the room.
Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me.
Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road.

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Chapter 1 If There Is a Next Life

On the rooftop of Starlight Tower, on the terrace.

In the dim and dilapidated utility room, Kate Lowe was covered in scars and huddled in the corner. Her hands and feet were firmly bound by iron chains, her clothes were tattered, and the high temperature of summer caused the wounds on her body to become inflamed and pus-filled, constantly oozing blood. Flies and mosquitoes swarmed around her and constantly sucked on the exposed and decaying flesh.

The look in her eyes had become somewhat disoriented. The days full of torment had driven her to the point of despair.

Creak!

The door of the utility room suddenly opened.

The glaring sunlight poured in, and Kate instinctively squinted her eyes. She had not seen bright light in a long time, so her eyes were stimulated to have tears.

"Oh, Simon, look at her! This b*tch is so lucky. It's been three days, and she's still alive."

A mocking voice rang out. The words were filled with endless malice and sarcasm.

Kate's body suddenly stiffened. She ignored the glaring sunlight as she looked towards the door. Her expression was one of shock.

Standing in the backlight at the door of the utility room were a man and a woman. The woman was wearing a fiery red dress with big, wavy curls and exquisite makeup on her face. She looked down on Kate with disdain and mockery.

Simon Bishop was dressed in a well-tailored, dark grey suit. He had a handsome face and looked at Kate with the same cold and disdainful gaze. The corner of his mouth lifted into a cold and mocking smile. Simon said, "Whether she lives or dies, the outcome is the same."

"If she died, she would actually be off the hook easily. This time, we need to let her taste the feeling of being shattered into pieces. Hehe!"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. She strode arrogantly in high heels towards the dishevelled Kate, huddled in the corner. She looked at her, and a triumphant smile appeared on her face. She taunted, "Look at you! Where is the noble and elegant Ms. Lowe?

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your family no longer exists."

She smirked, took out her phone, and waved it in front of Kate's eyes. "Did you see this? This is your oldest brother. He's been hacked to death on the street."

The victim on the screen was covered in knife wounds and completely disfigured. The blood was spread several meters away. His handsome face was unrecognisable, but his eyes refused to close even in death.

She lightly slid the screen with her fingers, which were painted with red nail polish, and continued, "And your second brother, he was so eager to find you that he and his car were crushed by a dump truck. Hmm ... I guess this pile of flesh is him."

That woman pointed to the horrifying scene of the car accident on the screen, where the car was crushed by the dump truck, now stacked like paper. There was a pool of blood on the ground, which was glaringly red.

"As for your third brother, he jumped off from the 18th floor to save you—his body had broken into pieces."

Kate stared blankly. Her brain seemed to shut down. All that was in front of her was a glaring red. The woman's voice continued.

"Meanwhile, your parents drove off the bridge and drowned together. Their bodies were just dredged this morning.

"Kate, your whole family died because of you. When is your turn to go to hell?"

She covered her mouth and watched the trembling figure in the corner. Tears of blood had rolled down Kate's eyes. She howled and screamed like a madwoman. That woman smiled even more brightly and continued, "After all, if you live, how can Simon and I take over the entire Lowe Group?"

"Arghhh! Arghhh! Arghhh!"

Kate howled and screamed desperately again, tears of blood dripping from her eyes. The iron chains clanged as she pulled them, but they cut deeper into her flesh.

Kate had understood everything when Simon and Ruth Robertson showed up together and looked at her with disgust, informing her of her family's death.

All of this was a trap set by Simon and Ruth to take control of her company.

It was a pity that she was deceived by her boyfriend and best friend for years. She had brought them into the company so that they got opportunities to destroy the Lowe Group.

"Oh, by the way, I have a more interesting video here."

Ruth looked at Kate, who was screaming in agony. Her laughter became more berserk as she pressed the play button.

Her face was filled with satisfaction from venting her hatred and looked intently at Kate.

It was this woman that had someone tie up Kate, beat and torture her nearly to death, cut out her tongue, and lock her in the utility room on the top floor of the Starlight Tower. Kate was barely clinging to life. However, Ruth left her eyes untouched, just so Kate could witness the tragic ends of those who cared for her, loved her, and protected her.

...

An abandoned factory.

Dressed in a black suit, a gorgeous, handsome man with crimson eyes tightly pressed his lips. He tried to suppress the rage and killing intent in his eyes. His voice trembled and hoarse as he asked, "Where's Kate?"

Simon casually sat at his opposite. He burst into laughter at the question. His face was full of pleasure. He looked disdainfully at the aloof man and said, "Eric, come on. Beg me."

"If you do it, I might tell you where Kate is."

Without hesitation, the dignified man leaned forward and folded his hands. His voice was filled with suppressed pain as he asked, "Please tell me where Kate is!"

Simon was stunned for a moment, then he burst into hysterical laughter.

Woah! Just look at that!

Eric Davison, the man who was all-powerful and influential in Capital City, is actually begging me humbly.

Every cell in his body was screaming with delight. A smile appeared on Simon's face. He sneered, deliberately elongating his tone, and said, "Kate? She said she hated you. You caused the tragic deaths of her family. She never wants to see you again in her life!

"She said she hates your face. Why don't you destroy your face? If you do it, I can plead for you and let her see you."

A dagger was thrown in front of Eric. The sharp blade shimmered with cold light.

Eric picked up the dagger and ruthlessly drew a few lines on his face. Blood gushed out instantly, and it ruined his once beautiful face. Despite the pain, Eric didn't frown. He simply stared at Simon, who looks paranoid and crazy. He calmly demanded, "I want to see her."

Simon was shocked by Eric's actions. He showed a hint of fear and disgust on his face. He coldly pointed to a dark door on the side and said, "She's inside. Go find her."

Eric pushed the door open without hesitation, but instead of Kate, he was met with a chilling blade.

Hidden inside the door were assassins hired by Simon. They took advantage of Eric's unpreparedness to strike him; each attack was meant to kill him.

Kate watched in shock as Eric fought desperately against several men and gradually lost ground. The hatred and guilt in her heart reached peak. She felt as if her heart were being stabbed and stirred with a knife, causing unbearable pain.

Eric had died.

Kate watched helplessly as that god-like man died in front of her. His body was abandoned in the wilderness to be torn apart by wild dogs.

"Now it's your turn, Kate."

There was malice in Ruth's voice as she looked at Kate, who was cowering on the ground with hollow eyes and lacked the will to survive. She smiled even more brightly.

Kate thought herself as a sinner.

She was blind to right and wrong. That mistake caused harm to her loved ones and the man who loved her to the core.

She was the one who should go to hell, not them!

No, the ones who should go to hell were Ruth and Simon.

Kate's eyes burst with intense hatred. Simon unlocked the chains to drag her out. Kate rushed at Simon and bit his neck fiercely like a madwoman.

"Arghhh!"

Simon screamed in agony. He struggled to break free while cursing, "You witch!"

He repeatedly struck Kate's head with his elbow, causing excruciating pain. The tragic scenes of her life kept flashing before her eyes.

If there is a next life ...

If there is a next life!!

She will never let Ruth and Simon, these despicable individuals, get away with it! She'll never make the same mistakes again and allow her loved ones to meet a tragic end.

Her fragile body was no match for the strength of Ruth and Simon. Kate's body was dragged to the edge of the rooftop and mercilessly pushed off.

Bang!

The blood slowly flowed out on the ground. The color was vividly red.

Chapter 2 I Don't Want a Divorce

At midnight.

Kate shuddered awake from a nightmare. She felt disoriented and terrified as she opened her eyes. Subconsciously, she started to look around. Then, she suddenly froze in shock.

The layout of the room was incredibly familiar, it was her room back in Summer Estate!

But wasn't she supposed to be dead?

Pushed off the rooftop by Ruth and Simon, her body had shattered into pieces!

Could it be ... she was reborn?

Realising this, Kate's pupils constricted. She quickly lifted the blanket from her body and jumped out of bed, Not bothering to put on slippers. She ran out barefoot and pushed open the door at the end of the corridor.

As the door opened, she saw a man with his shirtless back facing the door.

There was a faint smell of blood lingered in the air. He turned his face upon hearing the movement. His deep gaze falling on the shocked Kate. That man was stunned, then his handsome face darkened slightly. He asked sarcastically, "What else do you want to do? Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

He exuded a cold and strong aura. His eyes dark and intense as he stared at Kate. It had a strong sense of oppression and it seemed to blend with the dark night, making it impossible to read his emotions.

Kate stared blankly at the man in front of her.

He was the man who had once made her hate and fear. In her previous life, she had been deceived by Ruth and Simon, believing that Eric was plotting against Lowe Group and using paranoid means to keep her by his side. She considered Eric terrifying and devilish. Every waking minute, she wanted to escape his confinement. However, when she was on the verge of death, she realised how much this man had sacrificed for her.

He even willing to sacrifice his life for her.

And now, he sat against the light, a simple bandage wrapped around his left shoulder, but blood still seeped through the bandage. Despite this, his expression remained indifferent, as if the injury was not affecting him at all.

Kate's pupils contracted.

She remembered!
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