Ji Cheng stood beside her bed, staring at her face in wonder, questioning if it was real. A faint smile touched his lips as he watched her eyelashes flutter, signaling she was waking up. However, her reaction was far from what he expected. “Pak!” He froze, hand flying to his cheek in shock. “…Did you just slap me?” Xie Ming’s mouth opened in pure terror as reality crashed down on her. She slapped the Emperor. The cruel and infamous ruler of the Ji Dynasty. Am I going to die again? I just came to this world… do I have to die twice? ...... Zhao Ming was once the Empress of the Ji Dynasty, in name only. Ignored. Disrespected. A shadow inside the palace walls. Until fate gave her another chance. She opened her eyes in a world unlike anything she had ever known—strange devices, strange clothing, and a life that didn’t belong to her. A modern world. A second life. ...... Meanwhile, Xie Ming, the wife of a powerful businessman, was known as nothing but trash. A rebellious brat. A shameless, lazy woman. Until one day… she opened her eyes in a palace drenched in blood and rules. And discovered the impossible. She had become the Empress of the Ji Dynasty. Two souls. Two worlds. Two broken women living each other’s lives. One is trying to survive the ruthless modern world. The other is trying not to die in a cruel imperial court. ..... Genre/ Tropes: Transmigration, Rebirth, Reincarnation, Double Transmigration, Two Female Leads, Souls Swapped, Two Worlds, Historical, Royal Couple, Powerful Couple, Empress, Businessman, Doctor, Entertainment, Showbiz, Actress, Sharp and Witty Female Lead, Steamy Romance, Here are other works of Author: 1. My Evil Genius Wife 2. I Woke Up As The Villainous Empress 3. Rebirth in the 80s: Became a Stepmother and Pampered by my Husband Instagram: @kamlyn_love Discord: https://discord.gg/NTPCE7YZm7 Join the server to connect with fellow readers and me.
An anonymous author reveals a lifetime of secrets in this unforgettable memoir as she tells the story of her relationship with her father, who raped her over the course of her childhood, until the author was 21. The result is one of the most frank and cathartic depictions of child abuse ever written. The author recalls abusing her Barbie dolls, her sense of being the “other woman” to her own mother, and the mingling of violence with desire, a tendency so crucial to the author’s development that it continues to govern her ***** relationships. This is not a story of things getting better, but an unflinching and staggeringly artful portrait of a shattered life. she writes, and the feeling is underscored, pages later, with a fact: “He threatened to kill himself if I told anyone.” Works of art by Fernando Botero and Frida Kahlo are invoked throughout, as are the fairy tales in which the author searches for analogues to explain her condition. But by the end of the book, she has articulated an experience that for many victims remains unspeakable.