Mila's life was perfect in every single way—she had a supportive family, wealth, and even a high stage of her career. However, all of this was shattered on a fateful day as her figure fell down from the stairs, died, and left this life behind. Still in a confused state, she wakes up in an unfamiliar place and later finds out she possesses a different body than she was used to. The appearance she now possessed might be that of a goddess compared to her own, but the life they lived had a significant difference: one was living a life of solace while the other was living in hell. Now that Mila possesses the body, she has to experience a life that is completely different from her own. In her previous world, she was wearing high-quality clothes; now she is wearing the rugged clothes of a laundry maid. Living in a world where cruelness is breaming on the majority under a kind facade, will Mila be able to adapt and survive in this harsh reality, or will she be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her? Warning: The cover is not mine. I got it from Pinterest.
Lady Arabella's face contorted with rage at Mila's words, and her cheeks flushed crimson with indignation.
It was evident that her attempts to maintain control were slipping further with each passing moment.
"How dare you impugn the integrity of our relationship!" Lady Arabella seethed, her voice trembling with fury.
"You know nothing of Isaac's true feelings or the depth of our connection. You are nothing but a meddlesome interloper, seeking to sow discord where none exists!"
Her words dripped with venom, each syllable laced with a palpable disdain for Mila's presence and perceived interference.
But Mila remained unruffled by Lady Arabella's tirade, her expression impassive as she met her opponent's wrath head-on.
As Lady Arabella's tirade reached its peak, Mila's resolve began to waver under the weight of her amusement.