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Rebirth of the Hated Character

With every move of her hands and every batting of her lashes, Selene was able to captivate the world with her delicate beauty. She was the "Queen of Showbiz," the beloved of the Castillo family, unlike Keira, the ugly duckling of the family. It didn't matter the context or truth behind the issue, Keira was to be blamed by everyone. "Selene can do no wrong! How can such a delicate, fragile thing think ill of someone? It must be Keira who is making up lies!" "How dare you cause your sister to become sick! Receive your punishment!" Such words were a norm for Keira. The place she called home was Hell's Gate, and the people she called family were poisonous demons. Her life was filled with blame and abuse hurled by her sister's supporters. She was schemed against, attacked, and ruined to the point of no return. The last nine months of her life were the worst. Her insomnia had developed into Sporadic Fatal Insomnia, causing her to lose weight as she suffered consistent sleepless nights. At the age of 23, Keira Castillo passed away alone in her dingy apartment. Her final moments were filled with dread as she begged and prayed to whichever god was listening. "If only I had one more chance..." To her delight, she had regressed to when she was 18. 'The man you love? I'm taking him. The title 'Queen of Showbiz'? That's also mine. Everything you gained from stepping all over me, I will take. My dear Selene, I will play you in the palms of my hands and live my life the way I was supposed to.'

YuaLinn · Urban
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#REINCARNATION
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE

Bringing Home A Guest

The effort of four people was now nearly done. A mere ten minutes remained while it cooked in the oven as they slowly cleaned the abomination that was once a beautiful island countertop. The sweet aroma of eggs and sugar spread from the kitchen to the nearby rooms, attracting the others in an instant.

Dylan leaned against the door frame, watching the chaos with a raised brow.

"What are you doing? Don't lick that!" Keira, for the first time, smacked Matthew across his wide back. The force of her slap was strong enough to cause him to release the whisk from his hands.

"Wha…Why are you smacking me!?"

"You don't lick raw eggs! No!" She smacked him a few more times with less force.

Matthew had been staring at the leftover egg pudding in the large glass measuring cup. The soft yellow made it look appetizing.