Reborn, She's Back for Revenge novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Edith followed Dallas into the manor.

The moment they stepped inside, she saw Hallie sitting on the living room couch.

At this point in time, both of them were still under eighteen–just girls.

Edith had spent six years in a small town. She had grown timid and withdrawn, always lowering her head slightly.

Meanwhile, Hallie–the illegitimate daughter–had lived in the Lovett Manor for six years and risen to become the heiress of the Lovett family. In Sunspire, she lived like a princess–confident, proud, and always at the center of attention.

After Edith returned, Hallie made sure she stayed beneath her–stepping on her, humiliating her. That was how her nightmare of a short life began.

But now that God had given her a second chance, she wasn’t going to waste it.

That thought sparked a sudden sharpness in Edith’s gaze.

Right then, a mechanical voice rang out in her mind. [Heiress System successfully bound. Dear Host, I will assist you in becoming a perfect, outstanding top–tier heiress.]

Edith let out a cold, silent laugh.

In her previous life, she had tried so hard to be the perfect lady–polished, gentle, admired by everyone. And what did she get? Betrayal. Ruin. Paralysis. Ten long years in a hospital bed, and a miserable death in the end.

This time, she had no intention of being anyone’s idea of a proper heiress. She was going to destroy her enemies–one by one–and take back everything that belonged to her.

Hallie stood up from the couch, surprised. The files she’d read said Edith was a shy, insecure country girl–but the real Edith didn’t seem to match that description.

Sure, Edith wore cheap clothes. She had no makeup on, no jewelry. But something about her presence–it didn’t fit the image of some clueless bumpkin.

For some reason, Hallie felt a twinge of jealousy. She’d lived in Lovett Manor for six years and still didn’t have that kind of demeanor. There was no way she was going to let Edith outshine her.

So she wrinkled her nose and said with a look of disgust, “Something smells. Edith, you should go take a shower.”

Edith let out a soft laugh. This moment was exactly like her previous life. Day one, and Hallie had already made her feel worthless. That was when it all started–her sinking self–esteem, her downfall.

Edith opened her mouth to respond, but the voice in her head chimed in again. [New mission: A proper heiress must have a bedroom of her own.]

She had no interest in following the system’s tasks. But she did plan to take back her room–the one she’d lived in for twelve years.

Without another word, she headed up the stairs.

The entire second floor–except for the master bedroom–had once been Edith’s. All the rooms had been knocked together and decorated just for her. Her mother, Melinda, had done it with love.

But after Melinda died, Edith was sent away, and the room was taken from her.

She walked up the stairs, one step at a time. But before she got far, Hallie’s voice rang out behind her. “Edith, don’t get lost. Your room’s downstairs, over there.”

Edith looked down. That was the servants‘ quarters.

In her previous life, before leaving the Lovett Manor, she had stayed in the servants‘ room the entire time. She had never protested. Even though she was the Lovett family’s daughter, she lived worse than a maid.

Her voice was calm, but the air around her felt tense, like something heavy pressing down. She stared straight at Karen, eyes as sharp as blades.

In her previous life, Hallie had ruined her. Karen had destroyed her mother. Edith even suspected Karen had something to do with the car crash that killed Melinda.

Now she was back, and she was going to make them pay, one by one.

“I grew up here. This is my home,” Edith said with a smile. “Everyone knows the Lovett family has more than one daughter.

“I’ve been gone for six years, and now I’m back–only to be shoved into the servant’s room? Karen, if word got out, people in our circle might think you’re mistreating your stepdaughter, right?”

Karen’s face darkened. “Are you threatening me?”

“How could you think that?” Edith blinked innocently. “I’m just worried people might get the wrong idea–think you’re some wicked stepmother–and that wouldn’t look good on any of us, would it?”

As cruel as Karen was, she cared deeply about her reputation. She hated being reminded she’d once been the mistress who took over someone else’s marriage. Edith’s words hit exactly where it hurt.

Karen took a slow, sharp breath. Then she said coldly, “Hallie, give Edith her room back. You’ll move to the third floor–the one next to Cedric’s.”

Edith’s long lashes fluttered. Cedric was the oldest of her younger brothers, around fifteen now, probably a sophomore in high school. They were only a little over two years apart and had been inseparable as children.

But on her twelfth birthday, Melinda had rushed home to sing for her–only to die in a car crash on the way,

Karen and Hallie had never stopped reminding everyone of that tragedy. They twisted the story so much that all four of Edith’s younger brothers ended up blaming her for it. For the accident. For their mother’s death.

Edith remembered clearly–in her previous life, from the moment she returned to the Lovett Manor until the day she died, Cedric never once spoke a word to her.