Free Web NovelChapter 34: Chapter 34 Sweet Revenge Begins
Elara’s POV
When Giselle Sterling spotted me turning around, she froze completely. Poor thing probably thought she was seeing things.
The old me had been nothing special—average at best. But now, even though I had the same bone structure, my features were sharp and stunning. frёewebηovel.cѳm
More importantly, the timepiece on my wrist screamed money—a noble-limited edition that most people couldn’t even dream of recognizing. But Giselle? She knew exactly what she was looking at.
The disgraced, powerless me who’d been tossed out of the family like garbage could never afford something like this.
I watched her voice go soft, cautious. "You’re not Elara, are you?"
I shook my head, letting my lips curve into an innocent smile. "I’m Si. Not whoever you think I am."
The name rolled off my tongue without thinking—Silas was still fresh in my mind.
Time to have some fun. I’d seen this woman countless times in the original owner’s memories. Giselle—the bastard child of my predecessor’s cheating mother and her side piece.
Giselle flaunted A-class spiritual power while the original owner had absolutely nothing. She’d made my predecessor’s life hell from day one.
The original owner’s father had been the main husband until his genetically defective daughter cost him everything. That’s when Giselle’s daddy swooped in like a vulture.
Soon after that snake joined the family, my predecessor’s father died on some convenient "mission." Giselle and her father spent the following years stealing every last thing he’d left for his daughter.
Frame jobs, sabotage, turning everyone against her—they’d orchestrated the whole damn thing that got her kicked out.
If the original owner hadn’t been smart, Giselle would’ve killed her countless times over.
From those memories, I also knew daddy’s death was no accident. These two had blood on their hands.
God, there’s nothing worse than a homewrecker and her spawn.
I almost laughed. The original girl was clever but had no claws.
Evil bitches need someone nastier to put them down. Giselle’s been terrorizing that poor girl for years. Today, karma’s coming for her.
Don’t worry, Elara. I’m not squatting in your body for free.
"Which family are you from?" Giselle’s tone dripped with fake politeness.
"Pendragon," I said, keeping my voice light and breezy.
I watched her scan me from head to toe, confusion written all over her face.
Pendragon?
There’d been some legendary figure in the Valerion Empire once. Officially a pharmacist, but rumors swirled about their real identity. Even Astrogrid had barely any dirt on them, and they’d vanished years ago.
Giselle stared at me, forcing the most sickening sweet smile I’d ever seen. I’d been in this body for months, but this was the first time I felt such raw, unfamiliar rage.
"Sorry about before. Wrong person," Giselle’s voice turned syrupy. "But you can’t blame me—from behind, you look exactly like that worthless bitch."
I rolled my eyes so hard internally they practically fell out of my skull.
Giselle paused, giving me another once-over. She’d probably never seen a female this stunning. Most girls in the Valerion Empire looked like they’d been put through a blender, thanks to all that cosmic radiation.
I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she thought about whatever sick party she had planned for tonight. Suddenly, she stepped forward and looped her arm through mine like we were best friends.
"I’m Giselle, from the Sterling family—you’ve heard of us, right?" Her smile was pure poison. "I was such a bitch earlier. Let me make it up to you. I’m hitting up a cocktail party. Want to tag along?"
This girl was about as subtle as a brick to the face. I rolled my eyes again.
Honey, where’s your brain? This trap’s so obvious a toddler could spot it. Whatever—saves me the trouble of hunting you down later.
I plastered on my most excited expression, practically bouncing. "Really? You’re taking me to a cocktail party? You’re incredible! I’ve never been to one!"
Disgust flashed across Giselle’s face for a brief moment. But when she calculated how much cash she’d rake in selling "Si" tonight, she buried it deep. freёwebnovel.com
I nearly snorted out loud.
So this is some kind of trafficking setup? How delightfully twisted.
After my little performance, I pulled off my mask—wide, innocent eyes, a face that screamed "easy target."
Giselle caught all the male stares locked on me. I could feel her satisfaction mixed with bitter jealousy—she knew damn well none of them were looking at her.
Stare all you want, boys. Your little auction’s about to get very interesting.
I caught Giselle’s scheming expression from my peripheral vision.
Humans are so predictable. Way easier than dealing with zombies.
Giselle dragged me through a maze of hallways to the top floor. Bass thumped through the walls. Several male beastmen lounged around while some beaten-down, terrified females served drinks.
This was definitely a predator’s playground. Even the rarest females ended up as playthings here.
No question—this was all Giselle’s handiwork. The girl was a natural-born pimp.
The second I walked in, the room went dead silent. Every male head swiveled toward me. Their eyes held appraisal, hunger, and absolutely disgusting intentions.
"Hey everyone! I came with Giselle. I’m Si. So nice to meet you all!" I chirped with maximum enthusiasm.
