Rainstorm: The Assassin Reborn as the Unwanted Daughter
[discontinued] Morana Yin was a once legend. A ruthless assassin, a figure shrouded in myth and legend until she was betrayed by the person she trusted the most, leading to her gruesome death. But fate has other plans, granting her a second chance in the body of Vesna Xiao, the illegitimate daughter of the Xiao familia. Trapped in a life that bears no resemblance to her own, she must confront the ghosts that haunt her past and the demons that lurk in her present. In a world of gilded cages and veiled threats, where every smile hides a dagger, every friend a hidden foe, her new face becomes her mask, the youthful innocence becomes her shield hiding the soul of a hardened killer hungering for vengeance. --------- Ziyan Luo was a rising star, a brilliant businessman, and an heir to the capital's most influential family until one accident that left him blind during the day and haunted by nightmares at night, leading him to retreat from the world. But when fate throws Ziyan into Vesna's path, spark ignites in the shadows. Vesna becomes the first flicker of desire in Ziyan's isolated world. He wants her and makes no secret of it. Avoiding him isn't an option he offers and he's determined to prove to her she's worth every ounce of effort he's going to put into winning her heart
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Vesna silently followed Louis to the study room, leaving Ziyan with Silvia because Louis had something important to talk to her about. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the harsh midday sun, and the only sound was the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner.
The moment the door of the study room was closed by a maid, Louis turned around, his eyes blazing with fury. The sharp crack of his hand meeting her cheek echoed through the room. Vesna's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, a stinging pain blossoming across her cheek. The taste of blood filled her mouth, but she remained silent, her expression impassive.
Vesna didn't utter a word. She merely turned her head back slowly, her eyes locking onto his with a blank stare. There was no anger, no fear. In fact, there was nothing at all—just a blank, emotionless void that seemed to mock his fury.