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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

His touch was firm yet uncharacteristically tender, his gaze searching hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

His hands rose to cup her face, rough palms cradling her cheeks with surprising care. Tilting her face upward, he brushed his thumb across the lone tear that had slipped down her skin, wiping it away as though erasing the evidence of her vulnerability. He hesitated for only a moment before leaning down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. The warmth of his lips contrasted with the cool air between them, grounding her in the moment.

"I'll be outside," he said quietly, his voice so gentle it felt like a whisper against her soul. Ephyra could only nod, the lump in her throat rendering her incapable of words.

Lyle's eyes lingered on her, sharp and unwavering, as if committing every detail of her expression to memory. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back and left, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Heiress Turned Avenger