Chapter 2 Rebirth

Elara looked unfazed when she saw the hand of her fiance, Mason Reed, snaked around Eleanor's behind to her left arm. Eleanor was leaning against him, hugging his waist. They were watching some movies on television on a sofa.

When they noticed Elara coming out of her room, only then did they behave themselves, hurriedly entangle from each other's limbs.

"Sister, I and Mason are watching movies together," she said in her sickly sweet voice.

It made her nauseous.

"You don't mind, right?" She pursed her lips in a pitiful tone.

"What if I mind?" Elara asked back flatly.

The next scene was all too familiar. Mason jumped up to defend Eleanor like she was his beloved. He frowned in disapproval. "Elara, since when are you acting like this? You have to be generous. After all, she is your younger sister. She will also be my younger sister in the future."

Since I died and come back to life. Elara answered in her heart.

That humiliation, the pain like her soul, was being pulled out of her body. They were as clear as the day. They had betrayed her for an outsider, but considering their crooked personality, was that a surprise anymore? It was that it was too bad she hadn't known about it sooner.

It was her fault for believing in them too much under the banner of 'family'.

Fire was burning in her heart, and she forcefully held herself back. Now wasn't the time...

She would do it slowly, making them losing what they love the most in this world would be more painful.

"I am just joking." Elara suddenly laughed. "Why are you two so tense?"

Her gaze flitted to Mason. "Am I such a person in your eyes?"

Mason suddenly swallowed and didn't know what to say for a moment. He just gritted his teeth and said, "Of course not."

"If I am not such a person, then why such a harsh tone? I will be hurt if you always defend my sister in front of me too, Mason." She had tears brimming in her eyes, but they didn't fall down. Her lips also quivered and the combination of her trembling eyelashes brought a pitiful look on her face.

Eleanor wasn't the only one who was an aspiring actress here. Oh, it can be said that only Elara was the actress. She used her skill to the maximum at this moment.

After she had regressed in time, coming back to the time where she was still alive and engaged to Mason, the first thing she did was to list all the things they did to her. She spent a sleepless night thinking about the countermeasure.

It was too unbelievable, which seemed like a dream from a faraway future. Nonetheless, she was forced to believe it when she found that things began to make sense.

No wonder that Eleanor and Mason always acted so closely, even under the banner of naming each other sister and brother. They had such a relationship in secret.

She wouldn't be surprised if she was someone the Whitmore family picked along the way, too.

It wasn't that Elara didn't realize it. She was too busy for her to care too much. Her first priority was always her career, where she could make income for her livelihood.

Otherwise, she wouldn't survive in this home that treated her as a stranger. Now, she had even begun to pay rent if she wanted to live here.

Mason looked befuddled, watching the usually taciturn and stern woman turned like this. Her occasional indifferent expression made him resent her a little. Eleanor was more lively, but now...

He felt a strange sensation in his heart and then jumped out of the sofa. His tone softened slightly. "I didn't mean it. It's my fault that my tone was so harsh, but don't worry, I will never do that again."

Elara avoided his touch, inwardly frowning. He was quite eloquent at coaxing people. Too bad that most of his words were empty; he couldn't be trusted.

Especially because one of the people in front of her right now had plotted something against her. Or maybe both of them were working together. They would do it as soon as she stepped out of the house.

If not for her grandfather making such ridiculous decisions like engaging small babies between the two families, she wouldn't be involved with this Mason at all.

It was also funny how she used to think that this man was the savior who would bring her out of her misery someday. He wasn't. Her savior was only herself.

Eleanor's eyes flashed with open discontent. Her tone was a bit strained. "Alright, sister still needs to go to the audition. Don't be late."

Elara had come to terms with her own feelings. She didn't like this man anymore and never will. Not in this second chance lifetime that God had given her.

So, she had no qualms at all if this younger sister wanted this trashy man for herself. But of course, it wouldn't be fun if she didn't play with them for a little.

Enduring the discomfort, she suddenly hugged Mason. The move shocked the man, yet he gradually recovered his senses and hugged the woman back.

From her peripheral vision, she could even see the blazing eyes of Eleanor, obviously burning with jealousy.

Then she abruptly released Mason, making him feel a bit at a loss. "Thank you, Mason. Now, I feel a bit better."

She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, not letting it ruin her makeup. The act further softened Mason's heart. Elara showing such a vulnerability seemed like a fresh sight for him.

A slight satisfaction filled her heart. Watching Eleanor grit her teeth and her eyes burning with fury. What a wonderful sight.

"I'll go now. Wish me luck for the audition." Elara muttered, silently scrutinizing him.

He had a brief look of hesitation. In the end, he only quietly said with a conflicted look on his face. "Be careful on the way."

Elara's eyes grew colder, but her tone was soft. "I will. Enjoy watching movies with my sister."

With that, she turned around and left the room, noticing the smirk that Eleanor shot toward her before she went out.

Sure enough, it was them.

The moment Elara stepped into the building, she was somewhat at a loss. She subconsciously followed the route she took in her previous life.

Only this time, she stumbled upon someone because of a loss of footing.

Someone caught her in time so she didn't sprain her ankle. When she looked up, she was expecting some thug-looking man dragging her away.

She had prepared for the countermeasure she had thought about the night before.

Still, nervousness gripped her heart.

She just didn't expect that when she lifted her head, she would come face to face with the most good-looking man she had ever seen.

"Careful there, Lady."