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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

"Cyran!" a familiar female voice called, and they all turned to see Cyran's mom trotting over in a corset-style jumpsuit, her black hair packed into a high ponytail.

"Mom! You came!" Cyran smiled widely as he hurried over to his mom, and they both met in a tight hug, which went on for almost a minute. When Cyran's mom pulled away, tears were glistening in her eyes, and she cupped her son's face, a wide smile on her lips.

"Of course, I will come! It's my son's high school graduation. I would come even if I were at the end of the world. Besides, I didn't want to be like your dad, who is nothing but a disappointment."

"I'm happy you were able to come, Mom. Thank you."

"I'm happy too, but there is no need to thank me. Now, where are your friends?" She said, shifting her gaze away from Cyran and turning to look behind him.

Cyran turned and gestured toward Ephyra, Malia, and Orla, who stood nearby. "They're right here, Mom. Come meet them."

Smile