I Enjoyed Being In The Limelight

"I have no idea of what might have made you commit such an act to try to take your very own life. You don't deserve to be in such pain at this age."

The young man sounded pretty emotional from his unexpected change of tone that made me see something more than brotherly love in his eyes. Then, I started to doubt if he was actually the older brother of the real owner of the body I dwelled.

A moment later, he took me out of the car and set me on my feet. By then, I was slightly able to walk, merely somewhat staggering without the aid of his clasp on my arms.

We were facing the direction of the mansion ahead of us that consisted of thirteen or was it a twenty storey building? My eyes were strained the moment I attempted to look up at the pinnacle of the building, so I gave up as we emerged into the building, pacing slowly.

Once inside, I noticed the posh and

splendor of this mansion as I managed to turn my head slightly to take a brief look at things that fascinate my interest. But we didn't halt for a second as he led me to the elevator at the opposite end.

Shortly after, we took the elevator to floor thirteen and arrived at a narrow empty passageway that was opened to only two apartments. One on the left entrance, the opposite at the extreme end. And he led me into the condo at the extreme end, which appeared a little bit remote from where we were. By then, my feet were already getting weaker as I began to miss my steps and then on the spontaneous he

observed it and he carried me up in his hands once more and hastened in pace closer to the extreme end.

When we got inside, he placed me down gently on an in-built bed, sat in an open nook

of the spacious room. At that point I realised that I was feeling a little bit better than before. My inertia had disappeared and was replaced with a severe headache from the spot above my brow that was bandaged.

He pulled the cover over my neck and sat beside me, on the edge of the bed.

"Are you feeling any better now?" He said, pat my hair.

I nodded as my eyes glazed over with boredom. He gave me a tight-lipped smile and chucked my chin playfully.

"Good girl," His smile broadened right into a grin, "Now go to sleep. I would not go away until you fell asleep, okay."

Then, I observed I wasn't indignant

with him even though he had treated me with excessive empathy that even placed my unsettled heart at rest.

Same time, I was reminded of a particular scenario that shares a similar scene with this moment. But, the difference was that then was in the past and now was in the present.

It was the scenario of the billionaire I married years back out of an arranged marriage, since I was in the body of the daughter of his business partner. That particular saga didn't start fine, but at a particular point, we fell in love. No, he fell in love and most times had often sent me to sleep by caressing my face, like this young man just did, it turned out to be the most perfect ending for every female character.

And I guess in my case, I was the female lead character that had played a huge role in that comedy drama. Plus I enjoyed it. I always enjoy playing the gorgeous actress, most especially, a villainess character, which suits my identity.

Within a short period of time, I started to feel sleepy, squinting at him, even as forcing myself to be awake, while this human body was wanting to sleep, after improving from a fatal accident. Plus his hand caressing my hair made the slumber intrude faster, taking away my vision and setting me right into a state of rest, in which my cognizance of the world was suspended.

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The next morning. I woke up to the sound of a gentle woman's voice that kept disturbing my peaceful sleep and wouldn't go away even when I had ignored her for a long while now.

Then, finally for what seemed approximately about lengthy minutes later. I got up in a rage and drove her out of the room and shut the door, then the atmosphere of my room became serene again.

I yawned as I stretched my hands and body, fully awoken, giving up on my sweet sleep, because I got a lot of makeover to do with this new body.

Eventually, I went to check out my looks at the dresser mirror, to see if it was still as pretty as the first time I spotted the face from that tall tower. But, unfortunately, when I looked into the mirror, I glimpsed a face quite different from what I had seen previously.

The face I saw looked like a creep, with a heavy bandage wrapped around the head, the body looking whitish and the face livid with bruises.

As my hands sharply rubbed against my face, I screamed at the top of my lungs, enough for those outside the apartment to hear and suddenly collapsed to the ground gaping up at the ceiling, while heaving in fear.

That instant, I heard thudding against the door of my apartment, but I didn't get up and pace, I just felt like lying there forever till I awoke from this bad dream.

'How on Earth, a pretty face from moments ago had turned this bad? Was it as a result of the bad condition of the body and livid bruises, obtained from the hard slap of that termagant woman? Is this something that I can fix?'

It didn't take too long before the door was unlocked and threw open as the young man from earlier last night burst into the room and spotted me lying flat on the glazed floor.

Quickly, he came over to me, along with the maid I chased away not long ago, whereas he carried me up and placed me down to take a seat on my bed as he sat at the edge of the bed next to me, and ordered the maid to convey the tray containing my breakfast.

Then, he took the tray of warm espresso and loaves of toasted bread from her and placed it in front of me, he sighed sadly observing me.

"I shouldn't have left you out of my watch. But, I can't be around you all the time, that's why you need to recover faster," He said, turning the coffee in the mug with a weeny spoon.

Then, he dropped the spoon and said, "Eat up. You need some energy to regain yourself."

"Right. Never mind, I almost forgot that you don't understand me," He picked up the spoon back to feed me.

But, it was awkward and so embarrassing for a person to try and treat me like a child. Because, It's something that I can't stand and in no means, gotta let it happen, even though I was reborn as an infant.

Still, at the same time I don't want anyone to find out that I was acting normal again. Perhaps, they would sharply agree that I've regained my reminiscence and I'll be compelled to behave like their Alexandra, after which they might quickly discover that something is wrong if I failed to nonetheless recognise something regarding the owner of this body. And it will no longer be what I desired for this saga, cause there's no fun in it, rather a failure and catastrophe.

Instead of acting like a sensible person, I threw away the tray of my breakfast to the ground as his face turned livid with shock.

"Alexandra why would you threw_" He didn't finish his statement as he groaned frustratingly, possibly in anger.

"Go away! All of you fucking scoundrel should get lost and let me be!!" I broke into an outburst of screaming as I drew backward from him to the other edge of the bed as if I was frightened of them and embraced myself shaking.

My acting was so vivid that I sighted the emotional dolor in his eyes of being mistaken for a bad person. Maybe, this was my actual role in this saga -- to act like a cunny loopy teenager.

In my mind my smile broadened, as I watched him get up to his feet, while the maid who was squatting down, cleared up the mess I made.

"It's fine if you don't want to have breakfast. You can starve to death for all I care!" He said angrily to me without raising his voice and walked away.

I knew deep down he wasn't gentle.

And at first when I laid my eyes on him, I sensed something more potent in him than I had sensed in everybody else, not even the temperamental woman's anger could amount to that of his.

But, what made me doubt my feel

yesterday, was his sudden generosity towards me. Nevertheless, I wasn't fooled. Due to the fact that, when I sense something, I believe it's coming one day and right now he has proved my instinct right once more.

Shortly after, the maid also departed and left me all alone inside the spacious room as I began to figure out what to do to regain my appearance, my powers, my attractions, cause soon I'll go stun the world with my good looks and get the attention I want.

Of course, that's me, I enjoyed being in the limelight. That's when I got the ideology so many years back when my supernatural beings came into existence, that beauty was the most prior attraction to entice humans.

Additionally, I concluded that tonight I'll sneak out of the mansion back to that tower and retrieve my necklace. Only then, will I begin this saga afresh with violent actions.

So, in advance, I started preparing for my first mission in this saga, while it's still early. Although, I don't need much more than training this weak body to adapt to my former skills as an interloper agent, since that's the major issue in this mission.

The tower is tightly secured by armed security men that were sturdy and large in size, wherefore it's usually difficult for me to just barge in there, saying, "I need to get to the rooftop and retrieve my necklace I forgot here days ago,"

In their mind, they would sharply conclude that I'm a thief and would throw me out straightaway. Likewise, I wasn't down for that shit. So I packed up some useful objects like rope, rubber hand gloves and a unique pair of sneakers right into a backpack, since they were the only beneficial objects I found in this apartment.

Meanwhile, I was damn angry that there was no gun in this Godforsaken luxurious apartment or whatever. Then, I began to train so hard for the next few hours left, with simple items in the house to level up faster in skills.