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Eira Kingston, a feared assassin, never imagined that death would lead her to transmigrate into the body of Ephyra Allen, the disgraced first daughter of the once-powerful Allen family. But what shocked her even more was the soft mechanical voice in her mind, addressing her as "master" and informing her that her soul had returned to its original body.

Eira dismissed the strange voice, thinking she was having a post-death hallucination. But waking up in a hospital, with memories that weren’t hers flooding back, she was forced to confront the truth.

Ephyra’s life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Despite being the legitimate daughter, she was labeled a bastard, shunned by all, and overshadowed by her scheming stepsister, who had stolen the love of her father and her betrothed. To make matters worse, the wealth and status the Allen family enjoyed were all thanks to Ephyra’s late mother, and the only reason she hadn’t been discarded entirely was due to her mother’s inheritance, locked away until she turned eighteen.

But Eira wasn’t one to be defeated by circumstances. If she was going to live Ephyra’s life, she would do so on her own terms. She would destroy those who had caused Ephyra pain, claim the inheritance that was rightfully hers, and find out who was behind her own death. Because if there was one thing Eira knew how to do well, it was to survive—and make her enemies pay.

However, being a high-schooler with nothing to her name wasn’t enough. As Ephyra, she’s powerless, but as an assassin, she’s lethal. Still, even that wasn't enough until she became the contracted wife of Lyle Aelion—a powerful, enigmatic figure in the business world with a secret illness. And it turns out, the only thing that can relieve him is her scent.

Transmigrated Into The True Heiress

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The birthday party had ended, and dawn was beginning to break over the horizon. Ephyra sat on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her legs. The room was quiet now, the remnants of the celebration scattered across her desk and nightstand—a few unwrapped presents, a card from Jania, and a slice of cake saved for later.

Her mind, however, was anything but peaceful.

The dream—or was it a memory?—played on repeat in her head. She couldn't stop thinking about the metallic ceiling, Aurora's gentle voice, and Aerona's piercing silver hair. It had all felt so real. Then there was the AI's voice in the void, cold and detached yet painfully clear:

"Ephyra Althea Vale. Gender: Female. Age: 18 years (as of today)."

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