Assassination. Kidnapping.
As the daughter of the wealthiest and most influential man, Clair had long become accustomed to such threats.
It was inevitable, given the enemies her father had amassed through the years.
Greed, ambition-her relatives craved the vast fortune that her family possessed, and they would stop at nothing to take it.
As she lay in a pool of her own blood, the cold stone beneath her soaking through her clothes, all Clair could feel was an overwhelming sense of relief. A sense of release from the burdens she had carried for far too long.
Her life, filled with luxury, power, and status, had been exhausting. From her childhood, she had always felt an emptiness deep within her.
She was happy, in a sense-her parents loved her and showered her with gifts, but there was something distant between them. A wall she could never seem to break down, no matter how hard she tried.
Now, as she lay dying, she felt the weight of it lifting. She closed her eyes, a faint smile ghosting across her lips as she breathed her last, praying that her parents wouldn't grieve too much for her passing.
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In a luxurious, spacious bedroom, a young woman woke with a gasp.
Her hair, a cascade of deep chestnut with subtle golden hues, tumbled down her back, reaching her waist in soft, elegant curls. A pair of large, almond-shaped emerald-green eyes blinked open in shock, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with bewilderment.
'Where... where am I?' she thought, her heart racing, mind struggling to process the reality of waking up after what should have been her final moment.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
"My Lady!" The sound of hurried footsteps against the polished marble floor was followed by a surprised yet elated exclamation.
The young woman turned her head toward the source of the voice. Maids-several of them-entered her view, their expressions a mixture of joy and concern.
One maid, a young woman with ginger hair and a clean, fresh face, stood closest to her, brow furrowed with worry. Behind her, another maid hurriedly directed a younger girl to call for assistance, clearly alarmed by the situation.
"Lady Amelia, are you alright? Does it still hurt?" the ginger-haired maid asked, her voice trembling slightly as she leaned closer.
The woman in question-Amelia, as they called her-stared in stunned silence. 'Who...?' She tilted her head, confusion clouding her thoughts.
A lock of hair fell across her shoulder, catching her eye. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached up with trembling fingers, grasping the unfamiliar chestnut strands. 'This isn't my hair... I have blonde hair!'
"!?"
The maid flinched as Amelia abruptly threw the blanket off her, scrambling out of bed. Ignoring the maid's startled protests, she rushed toward the mirror she had noticed earlier.
When she caught sight of her reflection, she froze, her breath catching in her throat.
It wasn't her face staring back at her.
Gone were her short, tousled blonde hair and striking red eyes. Instead, she was met with long, flowing chestnut hair and wide, vivid emerald-green eyes-eyes that didn't belong to her.
Her hands shot up to her head, gripping her hair in disbelief. 'This can't be real! What... what happened?!'
Panic surged through her as she stared at the stranger in the mirror. The face, the body-it wasn't hers. It couldn't be.
'What the hell is going on?!'
Yes, Clair Milestone-the daughter of the wealthiest man in her world-had transmigrated into the body of Amelia Schaeffer.
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Lady Amelia Want to live Comfortably
Historical FictionAs the only daughter of a wealthy family, Clair always knew her life was filled with dangers, especially from her greedy relatives. It was only a matter of time before an assassin would come knocking on her door. What she didn't expect was to wake u...
