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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

After Ephyra left, the hall was completely silent as there was nothing to be said. People glanced at each other, while some stared at the people on the stage and the duo below in disgust.

A murmur rippled through the crowd as the spell of silence finally broke, though no one dared to raise their voice too loudly. Those who had once stood beside Marianna, Myra, and Alan in their schemes now took deliberate steps away, as though proximity to them might taint their reputations further.

Below the stage, Marianna struggled to stand up, her tear-streaked face a mask of humiliation and fear. She reached out toward Eliot, her voice trembling. "Eliot, you can't just let her leave like that! She's ruining everything!"

Eliot, still stunned by Ephyra's parting words, clenched his jaw and harshly tugged her hand off. "If you speak one more word, I swear I'm going to make you regret ever knowing me."

A Fool