In her previous life, her mother suffered heartbreak and betrayal from her father, who misplaced his trust and met a tragic end. After a cruel twist of fate, she was exiled to a remote village for 19 years and ultimately lost her life at the hands of the Hampton family.
Now, given a second chance at life, she vows to avenge her mother and herself. Fueled by fierce determination, she embarks on a mission to dismantle the treacherous scumbag and the deceitful white lotus who betrayed her. Along the way, she finds herself in an unexpected, sweet relationship with her seemingly "cheap" husband.
The world is shocked and confused by her return.
"Isn't she the village girl who was exiled for 19 years and killed by the Hampton family?" they whisper.
But powerful allies emerge from her past:
Her Uncle, a powerful corporate president, declares, "That's my precious niece."
Her Second Uncle, a top celebrity, states, "I'm here for a discussion."
Her Little Uncle, a champion in electronic competitions, stands ready to support her.
And then there’s her husband. Known to many as a disabled man, he surprises everyone by saying, "That's my wife." When questioned about his disability, a knowing smile spreads across his face.
"I'll only be crippled in front of her," he reveals, his mysterious aura hinting at hidden depths and formidable strength.
Together, they form an unbreakable alliance, ready to dominate the world and take down anyone who dares to stand in their way.

Rising from Ashes: Her Revenge after Rebirth

"Are you done talking?" Catherina's voice was a whisper, her gaze cast downward in defeat.


Eleanor, however, turned her eyes away, pointedly ignoring her.


The room fell into an oppressive silence, as thick and heavy as death itself.


Everyone was waiting for Eleanor’s response, their breaths held in anticipation. Catherina’s hands were clenched into fists, her eyes betraying a faint flicker of resentment. She stared at Eleanor’s composed profile, her heart simmering with rage. Was Eleanor’s refusal to acknowledge her meant to humiliate her further? She had offered a sincere apology—what more could she do?


Eleanor seemed to sense Catherina’s mounting frustration. She suddenly turned her head, her eyes icy and implacable, like a dense, cold forest.


"If apologies were enough," she said with chilling leisure, "what would be the point of police?"


Catherina’s expression froze in shock.


Eleanor continued, her tone unmoved, "I do not accept your apology."


Chapter 147 Forced Apology Tensions