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Betrayed, devastated, and robbed of her legacy, Eira Croft's life takes a new turn when her wedding day is turned into her sister's wedding. Robbed of her empire, her husband, and her identity, she discovers she wasn't even a Croft and was never part of the family she considered her blood for 25 years. Left penniless and heartbroken, the homeless Eira is hit by a truck the moment she steps out of the gate. As she lay in her pool of blood, she wished for a second chance. Ironically, she gets reborn by the mischievous god who hit her with a truck and even receives a powerful system as an apology gift. Lucian, the neglected son of the underworld ruler, conceals his scars behind a reckless smile. Broken, he thought love was impossible until he met Eira. What's Lucian's past like? Read now and watch Eira's fierce return.
The weather was dim, and it was as if it would rain anytime soon. The cloud roared and rustled about, prompting people to walk faster. It was the weekend, but that did not mean anyone wanted to get soaked.
In a beautiful hotel, hotel de Free, known as the country's first seven-star hotel, flurries of footsteps could be heard even from miles away. The most talked about wedding was finally happening, the wedding of the multi-billionaire self-made queen Eira Croft and her childhood crush Paul stoneheart.
"Miss, you are looking so beautiful. The young master is going to be so shocked; he would not believe his eyes when he sees you." a beautiful maid said gingerly as she dressed the lady seated in her white gown.
The lady on the chair had a peerlessly beautiful face, blonde hair that was as golden as the sun, big green eyes and cute dimples. She had a perfectly symmetrical face, and her teeth were pearl white. Sitting there, without making any movement, she still managed to outclass the beautiful maid by a wide margin.
"It's enough if he comes on time for the wedding. I don't dare ask for an exaggerated reaction from him." the beautiful lady said. Her voice is as delicate as the voice of a nightingale.
A spark of envy ran across the maid's face as she heard the sweet voice, but very soon, her lips curled up with happiness as she thought of something. Too bad, the lady was typing away on her phone and couldn't see the maid.
The lady, without a doubt, is the self-made billionaire queen Eira Croft, a 25-year-old billionaire queen.
After some time, Eira began to get a bit nervous and suspicious. She had already done her makeup and everything but hadn't been called to the altar yet, and the time set for the wedding had passed by two hours, making Eira, a lady sensitive about her time, a bit angry.
"Grace, what is happening? Where is my father?" Eira asked her maid and her best friend, Grace.
"Don't know, don't even care to know," the maid answered half-heartedly, looking not even at Eira but at her long, manicured nails.
"Pardon!" Eira's face turned dark as she stood up from her chair slowly, her height of 175cm instantly towering over the petite Grace. "What are you doing?" Grace asked, her face terrified. She was just a tiny maid; how could she handle the full aura of Eira, who had been baptised in the high society for half her life?
"What do you know?" Eira asked coldly; her previous smile was nowhere to be found. "Did someone bribe you to sabotage my wedding?" Eira continued to ask. She was no stranger to all this type of lowball conspiracy.
Grace kept mute and instead looked at Eira with disdain and smugness. She was still scared of Eira, but when she thought of Eira's fate in a couple of minutes, the smile resting on her lips got broader.
"Get out" Eira pushed Grace out of her way and went to get the door, only to find out the door was locked from outside. What nonsense! She was the bride, and her room was especially well known; who would dare lock the door to her room?
"WHAT IS THIS?" The unease in Eira's heart got more prominent as she dialled her father's number, and it went into voicemail thrice.
With a frown, Eira stepped some meters back; under the shocked eyes of Grace, she ran with full speed and rammed herself into the door, breaking the door in two.
Not even pausing to check the injury she sustained, she sprinted straight to the altar in her heels; her white dress had some sawdust from the broken door, her dress was also torn at different places, her hair was tousled about, and her makeup was a bit disarranged, but none of that mattered to her. The only thing gracing her thoughts was the ever-bubbling desire to reach the altar quickly.
As she approached, a few security stopped her. "Jake, bright, what are the two of you doing? Don't you all recognise me?" Eira frowned and angrily berated the two guards. They were guards from her company who she specifically asked to guard her room door. She had not even settled the score with them for not being in their place of duty, and they dared stop her from entering her wedding.
The two guards were shocked at how Eira stood before them. "Wasn't she supposed to be locked in the room?" The two guards exchanged glances at each other, confusion evident in their faces.
"It doesn't matter how she got out, we cannot let her come inside the hall", the one called Jake says as he steps forward, his height of 187 cm towering over Eira.
Eira's face got more grim as she thought, who is behind all this? Why would her guards turn on her? Who did she offend?
Thoughts like that filled her mind. "Whoever it is, I can only know once I get into that reception room." solemnity filled Eira's heart as she readied herself to fight her guards.
"Miss Eira, I will give you one last chance because of our years of working side by side, lea...ahhh!" a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered escaped from Jake's mouth as he bent down clutching onto his family jewel that got kicked.
Eira was wearing 10-inch heels, and she didn't hold back on that kick at all, giving Jake an almost crippled balls.
Seeing Jake's miserable state, Bright shivered as he held his lower body, he was not risking his future happiness for anything. The coast was clear, and Eira pushed the door open and ran in.
As she ran in, she could see the guests waiting, but her focus was on the well-dressed woman in blue. Her feet ran happily towards the woman. "Mother!" she called out before even reaching the woman.
"Mother, I tell you, you cannot believe what's happening. Grace tried to stop me from coming to my wedding...SLAP!"
A loud smack interrupted Eira, the burning pain instantly occupied half her face, leaving a red mark on her face.
"You wench, what kind of behaviour are you putting on at your sister's wedding?" the cold voice of her mother ran out, giving her another slap.
"WEDDING? SISTER'S WEDDING? BIG DAY?" Eira muttered, her brain not quite processing the information. She had a younger sister; yes, she was not denying it, but what the hell was the wedding? The younger sister she knew was still single and not even dating, so where did the husband came from?
"Could it be that the slap made me a little stupid? Yes, it must be; I have started hearing things," Eira shook her head, bringing up excuses to make herself feel okay.
"Mom, why did you slap me? I am having a wedd...SLAP!" A third slap came from her mother, silencing her and making her come to terms with reality. "Security, come and throw this wedding crasher out." her mother's cold voice rang out once more; this time, she was sure she heard it well.
"Wedding crasher? This was her wedding; why would she crash her wedding?" Mira's brain froze. Shock, disbelief and, most of all, confusion were the only things present in her life right now.
The security guards came as she stood there like a statue, still processing the information. The tall, menacing men snapped her out of her daze. "I am not leaving this place until I get to the root of the matter?" Eira's face hardened as she prepared for a fight.
Before the confrontation could hit off, a loud voice announced the groom's arrival. All eyes turned to the entrance, including Eira, who was still wishing in her heart that maybe the groom was a different person from her groom. Sadly, her wishes were not heard as the groom drew nearer, revealing the handsome, proud face of her fiance, Paul Stoneheart.
As if to taunt her more and make her stupid, the announcer announced the bride's arrival. "BRIDE, WHAT BRIDE! I AM THE BRIDE. THIS IS MY WEDDING, MY BIG DAY, WHAT IS HAPPENING?" Eria shouted, but no one paid heed to her as all eyes were focused on the delicate woman whose hands were wrapped around the arms of a middle-aged man.
The appearance of the two people made her eyes sting; they were her father and sister. Her younger sister was there, grinning like a fool as she was about to take her sister's husband.
The thought set off a fire in Eira's heart as she unhandled herself from the security men and ran towards the aisle. With very long strides she didn't know she could make previously, she rushed and stood in the middle of the two lovers.
"Eira, what are you doing? Why are you crashing my wedding?" the younger sister, Lara, said, her face frowning.
"WEDDING CRASHER AGAIN? WHO EXACTLY IS DOING THAT?" Eria's voice was equally as cold.
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