With every move of her hands and every batting of her lashes, Selene was able to captivate the world with her delicate beauty. She was the "Queen of Showbiz," the beloved of the Castillo family, unlike Keira, the ugly duckling of the family. 

It didn't matter the context or truth behind the issue, Keira was to be blamed by everyone.  

"Selene can do no wrong! How can such a delicate, fragile thing think ill of someone? It must be Keira who is making up lies!"

"How dare you cause your sister to become sick! Receive your punishment!" Such words were a norm for Keira. The place she called home was Hell's Gate, and the people she called family were poisonous demons.

Her life was filled with blame and abuse hurled by her sister's supporters. She was schemed against, attacked, and ruined to the point of no return. 

The last nine months of her life were the worst. Her insomnia had developed into Sporadic Fatal Insomnia, causing her to lose weight as she suffered consistent sleepless nights. 

At the age of 23, Keira Castillo passed away alone in her dingy apartment. 

Her final moments were filled with dread as she begged and prayed to whichever god was listening. "If only I had one more chance..." 

To her delight, she had regressed to when she was 18.

'The man you love? I'm taking him. The title 'Queen of Showbiz'? That's also mine. Everything you gained from stepping all over me, I will take. My dear Selene, I will play you in the palms of my hands and live my life the way I was supposed to.'

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Within the confines of the large bedroom stood two maidens, the mistress of this room and her closet maid. The maid's body frame was smaller, much shorter than her mistress's, like a child's. Although she was well over 20 and approaching her 30s, she was born with genetics that screamed youthful.


She had her head down, eyes cast upon the floor, unable to look at the furious girl's wicked expression as she threw her phone across the room.


"Yes, Miss?" She couldn't help but flinch at the sudden change in the other's attitude. Her kind and almost angelic voice now sounded more demonic than usual.


Olivia wasn't sure if the anger painted on the young Miss's face was from a moment of possession, or if her entire life's angelic nature was simply that an act, but ever since the Eldest Miss left home, the mansion has never once returned to its formal peaceful state.


Chapter 83 - Bringing Home A Man, My Man