The world's top female assassin, Nova, was dead.
On her way to the Imperial Capital to complete a mission, she was betrayed and killed.
You dare lay a hand on me? You're dead!
The moment Nova regained consciousness, her first thought was to seek revenge.
Wait...
Wasn't she dead? How was she conscious?
Two voices sounded nearby.
"Eileen, is that wretch dead?"
"She ingested poison. I don’t know if she’s stopped breathing yet."
"That wretched girl! Dead or not, she must take Jayla's place and marry into the Lambert family!"
Unfamiliar memories flooded Nova’s mind.
She really had met her end, but she was now reborn in the body of a 19-year-old student, Nova Jaquez, who had just died.
When Nova Jacquez was 11 years old, her mother passed away. Less than a month later, her father, Yosef Jacquez, brought his new wife, Posey Watson, into the Jacquez family, along with Jayla Jacquez, a daughter 3 months younger than Nova.
Yosef embezzled his late wife’s assets, framed her brother for tax evasion, had him imprisoned, and seized control of the family fortune.
Using the excuse that Nova’s natal chart was ill-omened, her villainous father and scheming stepmother sent her to the countryside.
The same voice spoke, "Hurry, tie that wretch up!"
Danger loomed. As an assassin, Nova had honed razor-sharp instincts.
Her eyes snapped open and she sat up. A surge of intrinsic power erupted...
"Ow!"
Eileen, who was about to tie Nova up, was thrown to the floor by an invisible force.
Dressed in luxurious robes, Posey witnessed the scene and was shocked.
"You wretch, so you were faking your death!"
She strode forward, preparing to strike.
She had gotten rid of Nova’s mother and taken her place as the mistress of the Jacquez family; how could she not handle a worthless wretch?
Just as Posey’s hand was about to land on Nova’s face, her wrist was grabbed and swung, and her hand smacked right back into her own face.
The crisp sound echoed through the room.
Posey didn’t even have time to scream before her cheek swelled up.
Stunned, she took a few seconds to process what just happened before shrieking in disbelief.
"Y-You wretched girl! How dare you hit me?!"
Nova glanced at the bridal robes she was wearing. Her body ached and her face stung. She was not in a good mood.
Irritation flashed in her eyes as she scoffed, "Getting old must be ruining your eyesight. Clearly, it was your own hand that slapped your ugly face."
"You...!" Posey was so enraged that her face twisted.
She spent a small fortune every year to maintain her appearance, and now this wretch dared to call her old and ugly?!
This wretched girl was the ugly one. Her people made sure of that when they disfigured her. They should have muted or blinded her too!
Posey was about to strike again but Nova didn’t give her the chance.
She lifted her leg and with a swift kick, Posey was sent sprawling to the floor.
Just as Posey began to shriek again, the door opened.
"What’s with the noise?! The Lambert family’s convoy has been waiting too long!"
Seeing Nova sitting up in bed, Yosef's face brightened. "Nova, you’re awake? Good! Whether you like it or not, you must marry into the Lambert family!"
Posey’s expression shifted. She adopted a tearful look and whined, "Honey, I was trying to persuade Nova, but she wouldn't listen. She even hit me and kicked me!"
Yosef’s face scrunched up with concern but Nova remained indifferent.
So, this was the original host's scum of a father. What a pair of disgusting creatures.
Suppressing the cold glint in her eyes, she put on an innocent expression and said, "She tripped on her own. How is that my fault? Besides, I never said I wouldn’t marry."
Posey parted her lips to argue, but Yosef stopped her.
Because Nova’s agreement was all that mattered.
The heir of the Lambert family was critically ill and needed to marry a wife to ward off misfortune. Otherwise, with the Jacquez family’s status in the Imperial Capital, they’d never have the chance to climb into the Lambert family’s circle.
Besides, the Lambert family offered a bride price of $50 million and several lucrative business projects, but there was no way Yosef would let his precious younger daughter marry into that situation.
The Lambert family only required a Jacquez daughter, so Nova was the perfect choice.
"I’m glad you understand. Marrying into the Lambert family will bring you a lifetime of luxury!" Yosef coaxed with faux paternal warmth.
Nova sneered inwardly.
The original host might have been easy to fool, but Nova wasn’t.
In the Imperial Capital, Skylen Lambert was known for his ruthlessness and terrifying reputation.
He kept a pack of wild beasts in his castle, calling them his pets, for amusement. The man was an absolute lunatic.
Six months ago, he fell seriously ill. Few had ever seen his face, and now, in his weakened state, no one was allowed near him.
The Lambert family had sent several women to him, only for them all to mysteriously disappear.
And yet, she was expected to marry him?
Sure. Why not?
Like hell she’d be scared.
"I’ll marry him. But on one condition..."