Eira Kingston, a feared assassin, never imagined that death would lead her to transmigrate into the body of Ephyra Allen, the disgraced first daughter of the once-powerful Allen family. But what shocked her even more was the soft mechanical voice in her mind, addressing her as "master" and informing her that her soul had returned to its original body.

Eira dismissed the strange voice, thinking she was having a post-death hallucination. But waking up in a hospital, with memories that weren’t hers flooding back, she was forced to confront the truth.

Ephyra’s life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Despite being the legitimate daughter, she was labeled a bastard, shunned by all, and overshadowed by her scheming stepsister, who had stolen the love of her father and her betrothed. To make matters worse, the wealth and status the Allen family enjoyed were all thanks to Ephyra’s late mother, and the only reason she hadn’t been discarded entirely was due to her mother’s inheritance, locked away until she turned eighteen.

But Eira wasn’t one to be defeated by circumstances. If she was going to live Ephyra’s life, she would do so on her own terms. She would destroy those who had caused Ephyra pain, claim the inheritance that was rightfully hers, and find out who was behind her own death. Because if there was one thing Eira knew how to do well, it was to survive—and make her enemies pay.

However, being a high-schooler with nothing to her name wasn’t enough. As Ephyra, she’s powerless, but as an assassin, she’s lethal. Still, even that wasn't enough until she became the contracted wife of Lyle Aelion—a powerful, enigmatic figure in the business world with a secret illness. And it turns out, the only thing that can relieve him is her scent.

"Miss Celine, we can arrange a private session for you in another lounge—"


"I like this lounge," Celine interrupted coolly, eyes still locked onto Ephyra.


The challenge in her gaze was unmistakable.


Ephyra's smirk didn't waver, but there was an unmistakable gleam in her blue eyes now—a dangerous, lazy sort of amusement.


She set down her handbag with deliberate ease, lacing her fingers together as she leaned forward slightly, her posture still relaxed but her presence shifting into something sharper.


The boutique manager, meanwhile, looked one wrong word away from collapsing


Ephyra laughed—a soft, velvety sound that sent a ripple through the room. It wasn't loud, nor was it forced. It was the kind of laugh that made people pause, unsure if they should feel insulted or unsettled.


Celine's brows twitched ever so slightly, and the boutique manager visibly tensed.


Chapter 152 - That Thing