Rebirth Of The Duke's Daughter

Volume 1: Chapter 1

Mila often found herself lost in the maze of her memories, uncertain of the choices she had made in the past. Her life had been a solitary one, filled with quiet corners and shadows that whispered of loneliness. She had no one to lean on, no family to call her own. The thought of being alone always gnawed at her, a constant reminder of the emptiness that filled her world.

When Mila turned sixteen, her fate was sealed by the hands of those who should have cared for her. She was arranged to marry the son of a mere baron. The arrangement was cold and transactional, devoid of the warmth or affection she had longed for. Her husband-to-be was much like her, born of a maid and destined to live in the shadows of those who held true power. Mila had hoped, against all odds, that this marriage might offer her a chance at something more—a chance to be loved, to be protected, to grow old with someone who truly cared for her.

But those dreams were dashed when she uncovered the truth—a truth that tore through her heart like a blade. Her husband, the man she had been tied to by duty, was having an affair with her eldest sister. The betrayal cut deep, and Mila could still recall every detail of that fateful day as if it were etched into her mind.

"Get her! Don't let her tell anyone about this! We'll be found guilty!" Her sister's voice, sharp with panic, echoed through the walls of the home where Mila had tried to build her life.

Mila's instinct was to flee. She ran, desperate to escape the house that had become a prison of lies and deceit. But before she could reach the door, her husband's hand clamped down on the back of her hair, yanking her back with a force that sent waves of terror through her body. She was dragged across the cold floor, her mind racing with fear. Panic consumed her as she felt the rough texture of a rope being wrapped around her neck.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the noose tightened, cutting off her air. Mila struggled, her hands clawing at the rope, but it was futile. The world around her began to fade, the edges of her vision growing dark as the life was slowly choked out of her. The last thing she remembered was the cold realization that this was the end—she had been murdered by the man she had been forced to marry. Mila died just days after her twentieth birthday; her life was cut short by the cruelty of those she should have been able to trust.

Even in death, Mila's suffering did not end. She watched in horror as her ghostly form lingered in the shadows, seeing her body—now lifeless—being burned to ashes to cover up the crime. The house where she had lived and died became her prison, a place where she wandered aimlessly, surrounded by the suffocating darkness of loneliness.

Mila had never expected much from life, but in death, she found herself yearning for something she had never truly had—a chance to change her fate. She wished she could have found the strength to seek her freedom on her own, to break away from the chains that had bound her to a life of misery.

As she drifted into the void between life and death, Mila felt a strange pull, as though something or someone was calling to her from a distance. The darkness around her shifted, and she suddenly found herself in a place she could not recognize, a place that felt both familiar and foreign.

"This child is his!" a voice declared, filled with desperation.

The voice was unfamiliar to Mila, yet it echoed in her mind as if it belonged to someone important. She strained to place it, but her thoughts were muddled, and she could not recall who it belonged to. It was a woman's voice, filled with emotion that Mila could not quite comprehend.

'Whose voice is that? Why can't I remember?' Mila wondered, a sense of unease settling over her. She felt heavy, as though her body was weighed down by an unseen force keeping her from moving or speaking.

"How do you know it's his child?" Another voice cut through the fog, one that sent a shiver down Mila's spine. It was her father's voice—a voice she had not heard in what felt like an eternity. But how could that be? Her father had been absent from her life for so long.