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Reborn as a Mind-Reading Empress

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naive Arabella evolved. . . . “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved son. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally, he fell to ruin. With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband right beside her. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It doesn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime too,” that was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. And in her second life, Arabella was bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

Athena_Varinder · Fantasia
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785 Chs

Poverty [Bonus chapter]

With Alwin enhancing her vision, Arabella was able to look at the residential houses more closely.

Could they even call those dilapidated buildings as houses in the first place?

All the buildings looked old and gray and dangerous to live in since there were a lot of parts that clearly looked to be in bad condition.

There were cracks in the walls and holes in the roofs. Most of it even looked like it would collapse any minute.

After scrutinizing the houses, Arabella concluded it was no longer a matter of maintenance but the need to build new houses.

There were no pavements as well and the roads were unpaved, rough, and bumpy.

Maybe it was once paved but none of it remained now.

This cannot simply be called a financial slump.

It was extreme poverty. Not only money was a problem here in Safiro but all the basic needs.

It was clear at a glance.

There were no crops where the farmlands were supposed to be. The land was not even tilled for planting.