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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.'

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Damage Control

Tiredness didn't hit her until she sat in the car, her body sank into the seat as she fell into a light slumber. After returning to Ethan's place, June ran her an aromatic bath that helps with stress relief. Keira found herself falling nodding off during the bath, this caused June to rush her to bed.

While she teetered between the state of being asleep and being awake, Keira found herself hallucinating about life after her death.

She stood there, watching Selene shed crocodile tears while giving her eulogy in front of the press. The girl was as beautiful and fragile as a flower, looking like she might collapse from a light tap.

Keira didn't know how she wanted to feel about the fact that they made her funeral public. It had become a spectacle that promoted Selene's persona of the kind sister, a soul that aches for another regardless of who they were.