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To save the kidnapped fake heiress Grace, my boyfriend, the rescue team leader, handed me over without hesitation.
Knowing full well that I had a hefty bounty on my head from the rebels and that sending me over would likely be a death sentence, Nolan didn't hesitate for a second.
The kidnappers said they'd release me once the ransom was paid, but my birth parents, resenting me for causing the fake heiress to suffer a few extra days, insisted I should endure some hardship and refused to pay.
Left with no choice, I could only pin my hopes on my childhood sweetheart Kael, who was coming to the rescue.
But a week later, when I had been tortured beyond recognition, I learned that my boyfriend and childhood sweetheart were throwing a lavish birthday party for Grace at their base camp.
The militant leader saw it as a provocation and had my organs harvested, then threw my naked body onto the street.
In the moment of my bitter death, I was reborn.
This time, I dared not have any expectations. After ensuring my survival, I erased my identity and went into hiding under an assumed name.
But when my boyfriend and childhood sweetheart learned the truth, they gave up everything and spent seven years searching desperately for me.

Love Hides In the Dust And Smoke

He showed me a photograph. The woman in it bore a slight resemblance to me.


"This is Viper's deceased pure love. The organization's interest in you isn't without reason."


All the training was aimed at molding me into another woman's doppelganger.


I was acutely aware of how challenging this mission would be and didn't dare slack off for a moment.


To that end, I even underwent three plastic surgeries, all in pursuit of absolute perfection.


For a long stretch of time, I lived with a man named River.


He was a quiet but incredibly attentive man. When we had free time, we'd go to town for the farmer's market, picking up everyday essentials.


To build our rapport, we lived like a normal married couple. As time passed, I grew completely accustomed to his presence.


He'd remember my menstrual cycle, preparing sanitary products for me in advance.


I, in turn, would silently knit him scarves, quietly placing them on the bedside table.


Chapter 7