My first life was perfect. Good parents. A best friend. A mansion. Designer clothes. Everything a girl could ask for. I was a spoiled little brat who didn't understand how good she had it-until I died. My second life? The opposite. Born in an orphanage. No family. No future. No one gave a damn about me. Except one person. And I watched her get brutally murdered right in front of me. Then came the offer: train as an assassin, take my revenge. I said yes. I became a weapon-cold, calculating, unstoppable. And well, a little psychopathic. I got my revenge. I became one of the agency's deadliest killers. And then... I died. Again. Now I wake up back in my first life-as Eva Thorne, the spoiled heiress. Now I intend to live a perfectly normal life. Okay let's be real-me and normal don't belong in the same sentence.
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