It hurt...

It hurt so much...

Was she in hell?

How could she still feel the pain of being torn apart after death?

She wanted to resist, but her whole body was out of strength.

The next second, the heavy pressure on her body finally disappeared.

Then, she heard a man fasten his belt, followed by his heavy footsteps that broke the silence of the night.

Strong and steady, calm and overbearing.

Then, the man slammed the door and walked out.

Cecelia Ephron gradually regained consciousness.

"I'm not dead?"

She struggled to sit up and felt the pain all over her body. Everything told her that this was not a dream.

Where was this place?

Cecelia slowly looked around at the furnishings. When she saw her appearance in the mirror above the opposite dressing table, she was stunned.

The girl in the mirror had fair skin and a small face. Her eyebrows were long, and her black eyes were deep and cold. And her satin-like black hair hung down loosely.

This was what she looked like when she was 18 years old!

She was reborn!

In her previous life, all her misfortune started from this night.

On that day, when she woke up in rags, she faced the flashing cameras of the media.

Her pathetic appearance was exposed in front of everyone.

Since then, she had become the notorious laughingstock of the whole city.

Cecelia bit her lip. She remembered how she gradually walked into the trap that the Ephron family had made for her and died in her previous life.

Now, she had the chance to start over. She would seek revenge for everyone who owned her, harmed her, and humiliated her!

"Cecelia, are you there?" A low and worried female voice broke the silence in the room.

If one listened carefully, there was also a hint of excitement hidden in this voice.

Cecelia's back suddenly stiffened.

This was a voice she would never forget in her two lifetimes.

Her good sister, Meg Ephron.

Meg had contributed a lot to Cecelia's miserable ending of her previous life.

Cecelia looked at her clothes. They had been torn into pieces and couldn't be worn anymore. She quickly took out a bathrobe from the bathroom, put it on, and went straight to the balcony.

The door was opened as soon as she jumped onto the platform outside the balcony.

"Meg, are you sure that your sister is here? Would you like to go somewhere else to have a look?" Meg's friend was asking. She was Carol Keaton, the daughter of this hotel's owner.

"Yeah. She doesn't seem to be here." Someone said.

"Hold on. I'll go to the balcony to have a look." Meg found nobody after looking around and said unwillingly.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Cecelia saw the opening window of the balcony on the right side.

The distance between the two balconies was more than one meter, but Cecelia jumped without hesitation.

Then, she fell on the carpet.

She rolled on the ground for a few seconds and stopped. Then, she saw someone in slippers standing in front of her, whose toenails were round and smooth.

When she looked up, she saw two straight calves in perfect shape. And then she saw a man who was only wrapped in a bath towel. He had abs, a narrow waist, and broad shoulders, which formed a perfect body shape.

Cecelia looked above and saw an extremely handsome face.

His facial features were stunning and sculptural. The lights reflected on his face, making him look even more perfect.

Cecelia somehow felt a bit familiar when she saw this face.

But for a moment, she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

"Have you seen enough?" The man asked hoarsely. His voice was deep, attractive, and cold.