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

"I can't recall what happened back then," the man said, his gaze downcast, his pupils reflecting a profound, unreadable depth. "When I regained consciousness, I found myself in this sea. I saw this island in the distance and swam over..."


Eleanor listened patiently, nodding slightly once he had finished. "I see."


He exhaled, as if bracing himself. "However, I think trying to find someone in the vast sea might be nothing more than a pipe dream."


Eleanor tilted her head, a half-smile curling on her lips. "Even for a fortune teller, the odds don't seem promising."


His sharp brows furrowed slightly, his voice steady with conviction. "As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I will continue searching."


His determination stirred a flicker of curiosity within Eleanor.


She rested her chin on her hand, her tone casual. "What's your sister's name? What does she look like?" She arched a brow. "Maybe I've heard something."


Chapter 468 The Weight of the Past