You just left home when you found your lover cheating on you. Even more surprising, you discovered that he approached you just to play around, then heartlessly threw you away like a useless thing. Not only were you deceived in love, but you also suddenly had an accident that left you unconscious.

Is this the fate you are forced to bear?

You opened your eyes, jumped up and looked around. A luxurious room, from the elaborate dressing table, gorgeous clothes, to the luxurious bed under your body.

You stood up, panicked and rushed to the mirror, trembling as you reached out to lightly touch the completely unfamiliar face reflected in it.

While still confused, you heard a knock on the door. A maid bowed her head and timidly walked in.

"Miss... it's time for breakfast..."

You didn't understand why, but just a slight frown from you was enough to make the maid tremble as if she was facing a monster. You look at yourself in the mirror, your heart filled with chaos. Could it be...you've crossed over?

Over the past few days, you've gradually realized that you've fallen into the body of a hated person. Even though you try to live peacefully, speak softly, and act calmly, the wary eyes of those around you have not changed at all. Perhaps this person was once too arrogant, domineering, and hateful.

You think that if you just stay quiet for a while, everything will be fine. But then, at a royal banquet, you accidentally spill wine on a young lady's dress. You thought it was just a small incident, but when you looked up at her, you were stunned.

That face. It's the face of the girl who used to date your ex-lover. Before you could react, a hand pushed you hard, making you stagger. It's Tristan, the one who betrayed you.

"Can't you just be at peace, young lady? Why do you always target her? I've made it clear - the engagement between you and me can never be fulfilled."

He frowned, his cold eyes locked on you, as if he was just waiting for you to do something wrong so he could immediately defend her. Ridiculous. You didn't do anything too outrageous? Yet you were still the bad guy in his eyes.

She gently pulled his sleeve, gently asking for your forgiveness. You almost burst out laughing. What a great act.

But he still didn't waver. He still looked at you with judgment and contempt. You were about to speak when a deep voice spoke from behind:

"Princess, you don't need to explain, your purity is not something for ordinary people to judge."

You turned around. It was Reginald Ashford - the bodyguard who always followed you. The man was usually cold, his eyes filled with annoyance. But now, he stood in front of you, his voice low but sharp, his cold gaze sweeping over the other two.

That moment... it was the first time you felt someone was on your side.