Evette

“Don't worry, I'll live for you, get back what's yours, and make those who abandoned, betrayed, and deceived you pay for it.”

The dull ache in her chest lingered for three seconds before disappearing. Eulalia never thought that three years after her death, she'd end up possessing her own "substitute."

Thinking about dealing with these men again, Eulalia looked up at the sky through the window and murmured, "God, I don't want to be stuck in this cycle."

Life had already dealt its hand. Since she couldn’t avoid it, she had to face how to overcome the obstacles in front of her. To make sure these people couldn’t threaten her, she had to grow quickly while they weren’t paying attention. The only fortunate thing at the moment was that Trent had given up on this body, and Percival wasn’t interested in her.

Eulalia opened Telegram. Mr. Cylus, her agent, had sent her ten messages.

"Eulalia, what are you posting on social media? Are you trying to commit suicide again? Can you use your brain fo