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

Who could have foreseen such a twist of fate? Eleanor—the enigmatic, resilient woman Hazel both hated and feared—was none other than Layla, the celebrated genius designer Hazel had idolized for years. Hazel’s admiration for Layla bordered on worship, her dreams intricately woven around the hope of learning from her. Meeting her idol had always been her ultimate aspiration.


But this meeting was nothing like Hazel had imagined. Standing before Eleanor now, she felt an agonizing mix of awe, betrayal, and despair. Her dreams had been dashed—torn apart by the hands she had long revered.


"You can’t do this, Eleanor!" Hazel cried out, her voice raw with desperation. Her trembling hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Stanford is my dream. You can’t take that away from me!"


“Your dream?” Eleanor’s sharp tone cut through the air like a blade. She turned, her gaze piercing through Hazel, rendering her powerless.


Chapter 398 The Revelation and the Reckoning