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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

"Fucking hell! I knew that bastard boy was nothing but a piece of shit! And Leandra—that arrogant bitch! Father always treats them better than us. The both of them have fucked everything up! The damn mother and son!" A middle-aged man with a thick mustache and short brown hair roared, his voice echoing in the lavish living room.

He kicked a large vase near the fireplace, shattering it against the marble floor. Water spilled from the broken porcelain, soaking into the expensive rug as flowers lay scattered like fallen soldiers.

"Ryan! What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you screaming?" A strikingly beautiful woman with a curvy figure rushed into the room, her silk bodycon dress flowing behind her. Her eyes immediately took in the broken vase and then narrowed on her husband, who was in the middle of grabbing another decorative piece. "What the fuck are you doing? Stop it right now! The kids are still home, for God's sake!"

Mother And Son