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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

"I had a lot of prejudice against her. I always thought she hated me, despised me, didn't like me at all. I never imagined she'd be willing to sacrifice her life to save mine!"


"Maybe she wasn't bad at heart, just temporarily blinded. In the final moment, she finally understood. I'm truly so touched! It's just a shame I'll never have the chance to repay her."


"But I'll never forget, she was my very best sister!"


"Grace, don't be too heartbroken. Lena died for you, so you must live on well, to not let her kindness be in vain!"


"That's right, she died for you, it was a meaningful departure! Grace, you need to be strong and live for Lena's share too!"


The family encouraged each other, it was really touching to see!


But the more I watched, the more nauseated I felt, shaking with anger until I could barely hold my water glass steady.


I hated Grace from the bottom of my heart.


Chapter 6