Chapter 3 REBORN BY TO SEVEN YEARS: FIRST MEETING WITH PAUL.

In a small bed that seemed to creak at every turn of the owner, a fifteen to sixteen-year-old girl was shaking in her sleep. Delicate drops of sweat had already gathered over her tiny forehead, her skinny appearance appearing more frail like a small boat amidst a stormy sea.

"NO!!!!" A terrific shout escaped from her mouth as she shot up the bed, her eyes holding a few drops of tears.

"I AM BACK!" The teenager said after a few minutes, her voice sounding slightly high-pitched. That teenager was, of course, Eira. She had been having the same dream for three consecutive days: her Empire being destroyed, her fiance being snatched, and her parents telling her she was not their daughter, and the place where she always woke up was the place where she died. Initially, she was sceptical, thinking it was a dream, but now, she is sure it was her life. If that was the case, the only reasonable reason why a dead person like her should be breathing is one thing -she has been reborn. She has been given a second chance.

Eira looked at the small room, her eyes flashing with hurt as she clenched her palms. This was the room she lived in for 18 years before she gained recognition in the family; she was living in a makeshift store room that was as small as a bathroom, and the entire area of the room was barely as long as 14 leg strides in length.

In the small room, there was no wardrobe, no fancy toys, just a tiny table and a bag of clothes. "Why didn't I notice that there was something wrong? I should have guessed it from the start -the fact that I am not their daughter."

Eira gave a sad smile; the Croft family was once a secret wealthy family paired with the stoneheart family; their net worth was well into hundreds of millions, but all that changed when the old grandpa died, and the company was passed on to Jake Croft, her fake father who of course ruined the great wealth passed on to him. From a family with hundreds of millions net worth, they barely reached 90 million now because of the old grandmother who was helping Jake. If not, Jake would have long ruined generations of hard work.

With this kind of family, Eira should live in a princess room no matter how the family felt about her, because the Croft family was still entitled to their ancestral mansion. Still, despite the big rooms and empty rooms in the mansion, she only got a small store as her room. This was glaring evidence that she was not their child!

"YOU ARE NOT OUR CHILD, YOU WENCH. YOU WERE JUST A SLAVE WE BROUGHT, BUT YOU ARE TRYING TO GET UNDER OUR SKIN, YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT IS COMING TO YOU."

The memories from her previous life stung her, the cold voice of Vera mocking and lashing at her so much that Eira closed her eyes.

"This would not do; I need to control myself; at this rate, I might just pick up a knife and kill all of them. "Eira held her heart; her heart was filled with rage and a desire for vengeance that was trying to cloud her judgment. "I need to get power; that is the only way I can make them pay, make them experience all the things I experienced, the emotional, physical and mental pain. I will make them all pay!"

"Young miss Eira, the madam is calling you." a voice that Eira would never forget resounded from the hallway. Eria frowned as she took a peek through her door. Seeing the face of the person, her previously calm anger almost erupted into a boiling volcano. That person was Grace, her so-called friend and maid.

Standing at the door, Grace looked at the small hallway in disdain, her hands all over her mouth; she was unaware that Eira was watching her through the keyhole, so she was unbridled and exposed her true character.

"What a bitch." Eira sneered as she opened the door; the moment the door creaked, a humble smile came upon Grace's face naturally as she smiled at Eira while doing a slight bow. "Miss, the madam is looking for you. You should go to the other main flat like now and this," Grace said while holding a small white gown. "She says you should put it on when you are going."

"Hmm", Eira flashed a cold smile as she muttered inwardly." isn't today the first day I met Paul, the day I officially came across this fiance of mine?"

In her past life, she met Paul on this day and without even accepting her greeting, he wanted to break up; Eira, who had already fallen for his handsome and charismatic self, refused. That quest to prove herself was what led to her eventual success.

It can be said that Paul was a major voice of motivation for Eira, but it is a pity, despite everything, Paul still cruelly abandoned Eira and went for Lara.

It is said that if a man doesn't love you, even plucking the stars and giving the world to him would change nothing, but if he loves you, your fart is like the most expensive perfume in his eyes, your shortcomings would be seen as cute and your strengths would be perfect in his eyes. In her previous life, this was a sad case for Lara, Paul, and her.

"You can go; I am coming," Eira said sternly as she closed the door. She didn't even bother taking the white dress from Grace's hands; that was Lara's hand-downs. The white dress looked expensive and well-kitted at first glance. Still, the fact that Grace, who always took all her good stuff, didn't even look at the clothes twice meant one thing: it was either a knockoff outfit or a ripped outfit and based on what happened in her previous life, Eira was sure it was the former, knockoff wear. An outfit that Lara bought so that when Eira wears it, she will lower her value in Paul's eyes.

Truly, though, in her past life, Eira wore these knockoffs and embarrassed herself well in Paul's eyes.

"This time, I would be the one to break this engagement!" Eira said with a determined expression as she stepped out of the room. "You are still here," Eira said, a flicker of surprise and mockery flashing through her eyes as she looked at Grace.

"Weird, why does she seem like a different person?" Grace said she was not feeling Eira's sudden change.

"Don't tell me, does she think she is already married to Paul? Is that why she is behaving in such a rude way? What a joker! She would never end with Paul, "Grace mumbled as she lowered her head to hide the rage and envy practically colouring her eyes.

"Nothing, I am not....hey, young miss, wait for me!" Grace was about to reply to Eira's question, but the moment she raised her head, she found out she was alone. Eira had long walked away without her.

"PAUL. THE CROFT FAMILY, THE ENTIRE WORLD WHO TURNED ON ME, I HOPE YOU ARE ALL READY FOR MY WRATH."

The hard-hitting words echoed in the hallway as the teenager walked away, a shadow of her previous self merging into her body.