Reborn to Rule: From Doormat to Dynasty

man in a prison uniform stepped out, clutch

ang out, cold and flat, "Try to

cent

ries of the body's former owner-Celeste Harper-st

Her dad gambled their fortune away, and when she was just sixteen, her mom passed from illness. Within three years, her fa

, and the so-called sister went so f

twenty-two. That's when her dad, desperate to keep the Harper name relevant in Yannb

ing the unstoppable Blue Eagle Tactic

, right? Only... life do

from the waist down. Couldn't walk, couldn'

Shaw household. Cold stares, distant

ed with a "manslaughter" charge and got

sterday. The pain, the betra

ed out the window, fingers digging into

gshells. So when she hit rock bottom in prison, she had actually thought a

past etched into her soul

n built halfway up a quiet hill. The place screamed low-key luxury. She pulled out her last crump

sed the

momentarily stunned, then quickly corrected

s. During those years, no one from the Sha

ompletely ignored her, as if they wished she'd just vanish

her standing there. Still, she hurried to the foyer and f

wn the stairs. Her rose-colored cheongsam made her look radiant, and the large emerald ring on her f

ng to bring bad luck to us all? Maynard, take her to the servant's washroom next door and have her shower first. Change into

ed up to her, gesturing po

clear: she wasn'

the staff-dingy and cramped. The message couldn't b

idn't argue. She let go of the slippers i

ollowed the maid out

early caught off guard. That last word-

"Madam" or "Ma'am" before. This was the

bout her... felt differe

er on what exactly had changed-afte