Ella_Estrella23

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

{I hope you all enjoyed the last couple of chapters as I enjoyed writing it.}

She turned to Alan, who stood rigidly with both fists clenching and unclenching. Then she walked toward him and stopped a few feet away.

Ephyra stared at him as he glared at her, his jaw tight and his posture radiating tension.

"Alan," she said, her voice sharp but calm, cutting through the whispers around them. "You are so pathetic, it hurts my eyes to even look at you." She tilted her head and smiled. "Why the hell are you glaring at me? Are you angry? You shouldn't be—because you have no fucking right to."

His glare darkened, and he took a step forward but was stopped when a punch landed squarely on his jaw, sending him stumbling back. Gasps erupted across the ballroom as Ephyra straightened her posture, shaking her hand slightly to rid herself of the sting while moving closer to him.

The Damn Difference