After I died, everything changed.

After I died, everything changed.

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My funeral has begun. "How can you not even shed a tear when your twin sister is dead?" "The rumors about her being an idiot must have been true." "I heard she always had an inferiority complex in the first place? Who knows what she was like from inside?" I took poison and died. And overnight, became Mergen's burden, Irene. You said you wanted to live like me? No, Irene. You can't live like me. * "You won't go anywhere without my permission. sister." Since when did Abel, who treated Irene like a bug, started calling her sister? "Fulfill your promise. Our deal isn't over yet" My former fiancé, who had been in a strictly business relationship, began to treat Irene like he used to treat me. "I don't care what that matter is. Unlike you, I'm a vulgar mongrel, so whatever I swallow, I digest it well." Why is the grand duke, whom he thought of an enemy, doing this? The attitude of three confused men changed. In a world without eternal enemies or allies, but has there ever been a time when everything was unclear like this?
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They called it an accident. The darkness that devoured her home, the tragedy that took her parents - all wrapped in whispered pity and silent relief. But for the young daughter left behind, it was the beginning of her descent into hell. Adopted by distant relatives who wore kindness like masks, she grew up as little more than a shadow within their house - unloved, unwanted, unseen. Her stepmother's hatred was venomous, her stepsister's laughter cruel. Denied an education, denied affection, she learned to survive on silence and obedience. Then came the Duke - handsome, powerful, the man promised to her stepsister. When his eyes strayed toward the forgotten girl, admiration blooming where disgust should have lived, the family's hatred ignited into something fatal. They killed her quietly, as if snuffing out a candle no one would miss. But death did not take her. She awoke again - in the body of her seven-year-old self, the day after the tragic accident that destroyed her family. Time had folded backward, granting her a cruel gift: memory. This time, she will not weep. This time, she will not kneel. With the knowledge of every betrayal and every grave that waits for her, she will twist fate itself - and turn the game that once destroyed her into her masterpiece.

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