Hera_Cordelia

{Warning: Mature content}
To attain money and her life back, she is ready to seduce the big shots!

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 "So, I am dead for real?" Her brows wrinkled. 

"Yes, sort of. But you can return if you accept my offer-" 

"No" Without listening to the rest, she declined promptly. Stunning the man. "At least, hear me out-" "No" The woman shook her head. "I don't even know if I were poor or not. Why would I want to live the unknown life again? Sorry, I am not playing your little game" She scoffed. 

Giving up on the opportunity, which left the man at a loss for words. He sighed. "All right. You will get your life back, including the ten million dollars. Are you in or not?" The woman's eyes gleamed with bliss right away. "Yes! I am in!" A quick change of mood shocked the man.

All she cared about was money!
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With no memories of her life, she wakes up to a man offering the chance to live again; but under one condition where she has to succeed the missions in the system he created. He calls her 'L' and vows to give the share of money if she achieves the task which is to charm big shots and swindle them!

{The novel is pure fiction. It contains no intention to ruin the image of organizations mentioned in the novel. My first language is not English. There may be mistakes in the chapters. I apologize for those in advance}

Ten Million Dollars Mission

"Vio, can you come with me to the gym?"

That loathsome voice crawls into my ears, shoving away any trace of appetite. I can't even have breakfast in peace. "No, I have to submit my new system design" I decline, keeping my eyes fixed on the bowl as he settles across from me, wearing that same irritating smile.

"I have appointment today. Can't you fill in for me?" My gaze lifts, a serene expression masking the frustration simmering beneath. Enzo Leonore, a professional boxing trainer—the man who has birthed five champions in twenty years—is actually an abusive husband.

I don't get why people worship a bastard like him. I wish to sew his lips and cut his head off. That dirty blonde hair irritates me. His dark brown eyes fuel my rage. His whole existence is a nausea. "Why should I?" I return a question to his question. "Vio, go help him out"

Her fragile mindset