From the ashes of her death. She arises anew. From the mistakes of her past. She forged a new will. ***** Jeanine Anderson decides that revenge is a dish best served cold when she returns after a year after being murdered by her perfect husband and best friend. Her desire for revenge brought her back from the fury of hell itself and determined to exert her revenge on the people responsible for her death and the murder of her father and child. With her quest for revenge, Jeannine takes on the face of another, becoming an imposter and wife to the almighty Asher Reed. Soon, she finds her fate intertwined with that of Asher. Though he too has his secrets and is fighting his demons. His first confrontation with Jeanine has them at each other's throats, but when they both find out they had a common enemy, they become reluctant allies in their revenge. ***** She was giving up. She was dying. Jeanine just wanted the pain rooted in her chest to go away, but now, it seemed even death repulsed her soul. There was a part of her that kept on fighting, wanting to live. But what was the point, she had lost everything to them. Her wealth, her father and her child, and even her life. Then she heard a whisper. It was so low but she could recognize the voice. It was hers. That was her voice. The old Jeanine's. She had three words to say to her. "Live and Fight," Jeanine jerked up from the water. Her blue eyes bulged out. 'What did I just do?' She asked herself in disbelief as her sanity began to return. She had just been murdered, and yet she was planning on doing the same thing. She was an ignorant fool for love and was used, ruined, and murdered. Life had given her another chance and what was she about to do? Waste it. Not in this lifetime. Jeanine left in search of the only person that could help her. Asher Reed. "You said only the living with the will have the power to undo," She paused, staring at him, noticing a glint of his interest in her words. "What if the living has the will but no power to undo, could you help?" Asher Reed stared at her. His large thumb brushed over his neatly shaved jaw. Jeanine could swear she saw sheer delight in his eyes but it vanished quickly. "Yes I could, and believe me, I would be happy to help," She heaved a sigh. "But on one condition," He added, his emerald green eyes piercing deep into her soul as if wanting to pry into her deepest and darkest thoughts. "A condition?" She asked, but he didn't reply. He took another cautious look at her. "What do you want?" He asked. She could tell his eyes already knew the answer. "I want Dave Anderson and Emma Brooke to regret their entire existence. To regret the day they bumped into Jeanine Smith. I want every passing second to be hell-on-earth torture for them, to experience the pain I went through. I want them to go through worse, to grovel down on their knees and beg for death, and death itself will be repulsed by their soul," Jeanine felt the shiver run down her spine and her voice was shaky but enough to convey her raging emotion and hate. "Then your wish is my command, darling," Asher said, forming a wicked smirk on his lips. She felt only one thing. Hate. Her heart wanted one thing. Justice. She vowed her word would be the law. Jeanine Smith Anderson was dead. She led a good life, made the wrong friends, and married the worst man. She was a fool, an ignorant being with so many mistakes. But Natalie Reed will be nothing like her. She would be a beauty behind a mask of revenge. Jeanine Smith Anderson was dead and a new Natalie Reed was born. ***** Her name was Jeanine Smith, once known as Jeanine Anderson. She had everything, but what she truly ever wanted was to find someone who would love her for real. And she did. At least, she thought she did. He was Dave Anderson. Her high school crush and the perfect man. They were the perfect couple, not until he had an affair with her best friend and then murdered her and his child. She died, unfortunately, and went through the gates of hell and met the devil himself. Then she made a deal with the devil, in exchange for a second chance. A second chance to live a borrowed life, with a borrowed identity, and drag Dave Anderson down to hell. And she won't fail.