Who Exactly Am I?

Watching his baby sister lowering her head as her shoulders trembled ever so slightly was sufficient to anger this older brother whose animosity toward the unknown man who had impregnated her grew fiercer.

'He must have wronged her!' Was the first thought that popped into his mind.

Looking at the desolate aura that surrounded her right now strengthened the elder brother's suspicions which further infuriated him.

He had not seen her display such vulnerability in a very long time and to know that it was caused by some stranger's ill behavior, he could not wait to choke the life out of that person right away.

By now, in his mind, the man who had impregnated his baby sister was already declared to be the worst scum of the earth who had refused to take responsibility for what he had done.

'Why else would she be so gloomy after he was mentioned?' He grit his teeth upon reaching this conclusion.

Therefore, he was eager to know the identity of the bastard who dared to ditch his sister after everything he had done to her.

Unfortunately, this was nowhere close to the reason for the young woman's silence.

Unlike the elder brother's speculation, she was trying hard to make sense of everything she had learned a few moments ago.

Right when her brother had mentioned 'The father', Camille's mind was once again filled with newer memories.

These memories helped her discover more information about the body that she had now entered and owned.

Previously, she had been under the impression that after her death in the plane crash, her soul had transmigrated and entered this new body that resided in a different world.

However, her new elder brother's words triggered a certain memory that solved most of the mysteries surrounding her current situation.

Two sets of memories had merged into her mind, revealing startling information which made her tremble.

In her previous life, Camille was an orphan but during her teenage years, she had been adopted by the old, widowed, and childless headmistress of the local middle school in her town.

However, the two were more akin to companions than a pair of mother and child.

The headmistress helped Camille with her education, supporting her until she was employed, and later on, it was Camille who looked after the old lady during her later years in life.

If there was one trait the two women shared then it was their love for reading.

The headmistress liked traditional books while Camille was a follower of most online novels.

Thanks to this hobby they shared, she had been introduced to numerous books of various genres among which, transmigration fascinated her the most.

Nevertheless, she read different stories to pass her time as well and this was exactly how she had come across one certain book which had not attracted much of her attention back then.

The book contained not more than a few hundred chapters and was about two perfect individuals who gradually fell in love with each other.

Camille liked their personalities separately but putting them together, there wasn't much that could interest her.

Hence she had forced herself to complete that book before forgetting all about it.

'Until now…' She grimaced as the point where the memories of her previous life and this body's memories coincided was also related to this very book.

The moment those memories emerged in her mind, she had already discovered that there were far too many similarities between this world and the book she had read in the past.

Not only did the fictional places mentioned in that book exist in this world but the people here were also the same.

The city which she was currently in, Andrasia, was at the center of all the events that occurred in that book.

The male and female leads of the book were residents of this same city and were quite the celebrities in a certain sense.

After all, belonging to the two richest families in the city was grounds for them to garner a large amount of interest from the public.

When Camille recalled the book and its similarities to this world, a new question popped up in her mind.

'And who exactly am I?' She wondered and smiled wryly when she found the answer without thinking too deeply about it.

The body she possessed belonged to a nameless passerby character who had never been mentioned even once throughout the entirety of the novel.

There was no character named Camille in the book hence it was obvious that she played no role in the events that transpired in the lives of the male and female leads.

However, the gentle action of rubbing her belly proved that this was not entirely true.

After all, the man her new elder brother was asking about was none other than the cold and stern man who portrayed the role of the male lead in this book.

While there had never been any mention of a woman named Camille who was close to the male lead, the memories of the steamy night that she had also received earlier revealed that the child growing within her belonged to that same man.

However, no matter how she tried to recall, she could find no information about the male lead having children with any woman other than the female lead.

'No… He did not have any children with the female lead as well.' She corrected herself as the book had ended without the mention of the birth of the couples' next generation.

The final chapter of the book was about how the two talented and perfect individuals joined together to further strengthen and develop their already thriving businesses, thus living happily ever after with their massive wealth.

Therefore, she was absolutely confident that the male lead never had any children with anyone throughout the duration of the novel.

However, the memories from her past life regarding the book did not match the memories belonging to the body she was now in.

The images of a steamy night this body had spent with the male lead were so vivid that it made her blush and her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.

Memories of moans, grunts, the creaking of the bed, and the feeling of two sticky bodies clashing against each other returned to her mind, sending a jolt through her entire body.

These memories were excessively graphic, making her feel as though she was the one who had spent that night with the male lead a while ago.

However, this was not possible as she had not yet entered this world at that time.

Shaking her head to wipe away those perverted images that were flashing across her mind, Camille tried to regulate her ragged breathing which had hastened after what she had just witnessed.

Meanwhile, her prolonged silence continued to infuriate the older man who was now seated next to her bed.