Chapter 1

It was not supposed to end like this.

The sentence was only thing reverberating on Moira's mind as she life was ebbing.

She could hear congratulations to bride and groom, hear booming and happy noise of the family in their products moment. Morgan Harmon's genius darling daughter 'Bella', Isabella Harmon was now married to Simon Reeding, favorite son of Henry Reeding, the richest man in the area. Such a wonderful day.

No one cared that Bella's sister was left to die in small corner. If not for the twisted desire of the new couple to have her suffer long, Moira would have died long time back.

Moira grimaced from pain. What a wonderful wedding day gift to your beloved, Simon. The knife into her stomach had not pained as much as his betrayal. She was too stupid, stupid and fool for a bit of affection however fake that might have been. After all, she had suffered so long within the family, only in hope of getting her father's recognition. When that dream broke, Simon was there to hold her.

So she held on to him, tightly. She turned into his puppet willingly. Now....it seemed he was bored with this puppet. So with cruel twist, he tore all the pretense and gave killing blow.

But it was not supposed to end like this!

No, she was not ready to die now!

Not now, when she learnt that nearly all her life was a lie. Not when she found that she had done nothing wrong at all and the problem was with other parties. Not when all her shackles had finally broken down.

You could have just said the truth. Even the embarrassment of others knowing her stupidity ....she would have accepted it gladly and left their lives. Was there a need to kill her? Was her life worth nothing?

It was not supposed to end like this! She had rushed from that horrible place after a harrowing experiences, she wanted to share him the good news first. She had found Nefertiti's ring, the one lost in time, the one that's supposed to be full of magic.

It is not supposed to end like this! As she life dying, the voices ringing around so much.....she made a decision.

To hell with virtues.

To hell with family values.

To hell with being good.

If she had a chance, she would do what she wished. She would do only what she wanted.

It was not supposed to end like this!

Moira Harmon left the world unwillingly.

The blood soaked Nefertiti's ring had vanished completely.

Moira was having a head splitting type of headache and her body....It was so cold and tired. She was muttering ' it is not supposed to end like....' and she woke up completely. She jerked up and turn d to look around. Were Bella and Simon were messing with her even now, not ready to let her die completely?

Wait...she recognised her surroundings. But wasn't this place razed down completely? She still remembered it as it was the first time she had to beg the 'family' publically. She had done so as this place was resting place for her ancestors including her mother.

Begging had brought only humiliation. She was countered in public and labelled as stupid without an understanding of money and management due to this incident.

But if this place was still standing....she checked the date.

Her hope was not wrong. She had indeed come back in time.

She brushed away the tears leaking out from her eyes. She forgot her headache and clammy, fatigued body.

She had second chance.

She would not waste it.

She would take revenge for all things her mother and she had suffered. Even a minor transgression would not be overlooked. Who cares how it looks to other people?

This lifetime, Moira Harmon will live as she wished, slapping away her opponents.