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

Samuel’s expression was cold and stern, a rare flicker of desolation shadowing his typically aloof demeanor. His pale eyes, sharp as frost, reflected anger and frustration.


Despite Eleanor’s love for Robert, he believed she wouldn’t go so far as to risk her life for him. Surely, she would send someone expendable to draw out the poison. But Eleanor herself had stepped forward.


“Why?” Samuel’s voice cracked the tense silence, his breath shallow as he wrestled with his emotions. His tone was as brittle as ice in winter, masking an inner fragility.


Eleanor, pale as snow, shut her eyes with an air of indifference. Her face, softened by a faint, translucent glow, exuded both exhaustion and resilience.


“Eleanor!” Samuel’s voice rose, anger lacing his words, his sharp eyes narrowing as if demanding answers.


Irritated, Eleanor frowned and opened her eyes just enough to glare at him. “You’re annoying,” she murmured, her voice raspy and laced with disdain.


Chapter 429 Web of Secrets and Silent Betrayals