All Julianna knew growing up was fighting and killing. Being a contract killer was the only thing she knew how to do. However being too good at one thing will make you a target to even those you love. The one person she thought she could trust turns out to be the one person that would betray her, her lover, James. With vengeance and hatred as her last thoughts and feelings, Julianna's spirit is transported to another body, in another time, on another planet. Waking up she finds herself in a 17 year old body of the youngest miss of a powerful family known to the world as "wasteful trash". Julianna finds herself living with her wheelchair bound "uncle" and her senile "grandfather" in a section of the mansion known as "Landfill". In this new world, power is everything. Not knowing how to cultivate energy or knowing how to fight is a sin. With a second chance at life Julianna decided that this "wasteful trash" will now become the most powerful person in the world.

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

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