Chapter 2 The Girl Who Had Changed Too Much (1/2)
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1. The Girl Who Had Changed Too Much
After her death, Lara didn’t know whether everyone had lived happily ever after, or suffered and walked the path of destruction. She was not curious about it, nor could she even ask anyone, and most of all, it was none of her business anymore.
After a long bout of terrible pain, Lara opened her eyes and found herself soaking in the hot tub in her room. The last sensation she had felt before she died was a tremendous pain that was enough to melt her guts. And so, before she could even come to her senses, she had convulsions all over her body.
Splash!
Her thin arms and legs floundered in the bathtub, not even affording to scream. After swallowing plenty of fragrant water, Lara crawled out of the bathtub on all fours with tears and snot pouring out.
Huff. Huff.
The water was hot, the steam was blurry, and the floor was cold.
Her fingertips trembled.
When she lay down and scratched the floor, Lara had felt another sensation, one that was different than pain—the sensation of rubbing the smooth tiles, the damp water, the slipperiness of the fragrant oil, and the scent of lilies lingering at the end of her nose.
She had come back.
The realization struck Lara like lightning.
This was the bathroom attached to the room she used as a teenager. This breathtaking scent of lilies was also popular at that time. Her nails were round, and the ring mark that had remained like a tattoo on her finger was nowhere to be seen. Even the smudges of ink that were on her fingers seemed to be missing.
She had come back to the past.
Lara stood up slowly against the bathroom wall. She was still dizzy from the aftermath of the pain, but she forced herself to get up and walked in front of the mirror. When she wiped the foggy mirror that was full of steam with her palm, a girl with familiar features was looking at her.
“Hah.”
She let out a dry chuckle.
“I will give you a second chance.”
Lara heard that voice on the day it was decided that she would be sacrificed.
When she was pouring out tears of resentment and sorrow at the prince, questioning the reason she was abandoned and betrayed, the voice appeared and whispered affectionately.
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“I will give you a chance to turn back everything and make it right.”
Lara had no way of knowing whether it was the words of the divine god or the temptation of the nasty devil. In fact, it was more like it didn’t matter to her.
She was sad, desperate, and above all, madly enraged.
“Please give me the chance.”
So Lara accepted the chance.
She took the second chance without knowing what she needs to offer in return, and without knowing whether the existence was that of the divine or the demonic.
She did not care even if she lost her soul. She was fine even if she needed to suffer for eternity.
If only she could turn back the time.
“I will do everything.”
She would never cling to the prince again. No matter how sweet his voice entices her, she won’t listen. She will spit at his face and scoff at his slick serpent-like tongue.
And more importantly, she had to correct all her mistakes.
Lara, who was ignorant, did whatever the prince asked her to do. Without knowing that the prince and the temple had conspired with the dark wizards, she sided with them. She played a part in banishing the innocent princess, and she stirred up bad blood between the empire and the king of the lawless zone, so much so that they had waged war against each other. She kept the good people away and kept the bad people close. She only chose what she wanted to hear.
The villainess with a façade of a saintess. It was only natural that those who were beside her became unlucky. And now, Lara decided to live a second life to make everything right.
Laviore Ria Bailey.
Amazingly, Lara was born with the same face as her mother.
Her father, Marquess Bailey, was the most good-looking guy of the century with his white hair, light blue eyes, pale skin, and grim-looking face.
On the other hand, her mother, Marchioness Bailey looked cold and fierce. Lara was the spitting image of her mother, she looked like a girl who was too difficult to approach.
She used to hate it.
If she looked like her father, she would have grown up hearing that she was as beautiful as an angel. She would have the prince’s love all to herself. Why did she have to look like her mother and go take the easy path the hard way?
Or at least, that was what she used to think.
Lara was young and immature.
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So she considered his father, who often brought pretty clothes and expensive accessories for her, as a good parent who loved her. And she believed that her mother, who was busy and inattentive, to be a bad parent and did not love her.