His name ?

After Yiyi helped with my wound, she also assisted me in putting on a beautiful white dress made of luxurious silk.

The fabric slid over my body, accentuating every curve. I felt embarrassed—I had never worn something so exquisite before, and this body made it look even more stunning.

After a few compliments from Yiyi, I returned to my original task. I started researching the latest news about myself, Nina, and the drama Shadowless Love. The more I read, the more I uncovered.

According to the information, I—Elijah Rawlinson—am a famous actress in the industry. However, due to my terrible attitude, I had no good relationships with anyone. I was rude and arrogant, making me a constant topic of gossip.

Elijah had starred in many well-known dramas and had an insane number of fans, but they could abandon her at any moment. Sigh. Such bad luck.

It's true that money blinds people. Even though she had everything, no one really wanted her in the industry. She was surviving purely on her acting skills. Well, even that's gone now since I'm not her anymore... Don't cry, don't cry... I muttered to myself.

As for Nina, she was my biggest rival. There was always a battle between us for leading roles. Elijah had the reputation of an evil snow queen, while Nina was the gentle and kind princess.

In many dramas, Nina was cast as the lead while Elijah played the antagonist. Yet, because Elijah's acting skills were far superior, she always stole the spotlight—even in a villainous role.

And regarding what Richard said about Nina getting the role—it was originally mine. But since I disappeared without notice, the director was furious and handed it over to Nina. Clearly, this was his way of provoking me for disrespecting him.

"Hah." With my laptop resting on my lap, I flopped back on the bed. "Seriously, why am I so unlucky?"

I quickly got off the bed and fell to my knees, clasping my hands together in prayer. "Oh God, I know I was greedy to wish for wealth and beauty. This humble subject has learned her lesson. Please, take me back!"

A bright light suddenly shone on me, and I closed my eyes, ready to leave this hell. A tear of joy slid down my cheek—

"I think I should clean the curtains, Milady," a voice interrupted.

It wasn't divine light—it was just Yiyi pulling back the curtains. My forearms rested on the floor as I tried to hold back my tears.

"Anyway, what were you saying just now?" Yiyi asked, squinting at me.

I wasn't sure why she was so comfortable around me. Hadn't she heard anything from the other maids? "I was practicing some lines," I said, embarrassed.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed both my hands. "Milady! I'm a huge fan of your movies and dramas! I've watched each one at least a hundred times!"

Still on my knees, I averted my gaze. "Is that so..."

"So, which drama are you working on this time?" she asked eagerly.

"It's not confirmed yet," I replied, standing up and dusting off my dress.

"If you find out, you must tell me! You don't know how lucky I feel to work for you!" she beamed, her smile pure and bright.

In that moment, I felt glad that I was the one in front of her now. What if it had been the real Elijah?

I placed my hands on her shoulders and gave her a light shake. "Okay."

Yiyi's pupils darted away from my eyes as she took the curtains. "T-Thank you... I think I should get going now."

I watched her leave. Maybe she's not comfortable with me yet. "Well, it's not her fault. Next time, I should be careful not to get too close to people" I muttered to myself, rubbing my palms together.

The rest of my day was spent searching for any clue that could help me reclaim my role. But with the internet's limited information and no secretary to assist me, I had to rely on myself.

"Why is life so difficult... even when I'm rich?" I sighed.

As I stared at the ceiling, a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," I called.

Adam stepped inside. "Milady, did you call for me?"

"Yes, I have some important matters to take care of. Do you know how to drive?" I asked, getting off the bed and smoothing my dress.

"I do," he replied.

As I looked up to meet his eyes, I noticed his gaze wandering elsewhere—trailing over my dress.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

He flinched. "Th-That... N-No, Milady," he stammered before bowing slightly. "Apologies for making you uncomfortable."

"It's alright," I said, tossing the car keys to him.

He caught them hurriedly as we made our way downstairs.

"So grand..." I murmured, admiring the mansion's opulence. "No matter how many times I see this, it never fails to amaze me."

"Watch it!" a familiar voice called out.

A boy—around four or five years old—was running through the hall, kicking a football while a few maids scrambled to retrieve it.

My steps froze as I watched him. There was something about him... a strange sense of familiarity.

"It feels like we have some kind of connection—ah!" I mumbled, just as one of the maids noticed me and swiftly took the child away.

The atmosphere grew tense, but before they could bow and apologize as always, I walked past them.

Standing at the entrance, I watched as Adam pulled up in a sleek black car.

He leaned back, opening the door for me. "Please, Milady."

I settled into the backseat.

"Adam."

His fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel as he tightened his grip. "Yes, Milady?"

"Do you know that child's name?" I asked, gazing out the window.

"He is... Luka," he replied.

"Luka," I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Lady Miranda's son," he added.

The smile on my face vanished. A sharp, painful sensation gripped my chest. What is this feeling?

Unconsciously, my nails dug into the seat. "I see," I muttered.

"Where should I take you, Milady?" Adam asked, turning the key in the ignition.

"Red Stone Hotel," I said.