Beneath Her Blades

"Elara, you slut who has no loyalty! You usually dress up and seduce men, but today you dare to roll around with a wild man in our own home. I'll kill you for my son!" "Smack, smack--" Beside the bed, Mrs. Blackwell was choking Elara's neck and smashing her head against the bedside table. Blood that couldn't be contained gushed out like a fountain from Elara's forehead. The small figure curled up into a ball, begging for mercy with a pitiful voice, "I didn't...James...help me." Elara, who was curled up, was cold all over, and her despairing eyes fell on her beloved husband, James's face. As his new wife, even in front of him, she was almost violated by his client and abused by his mother. He just watched coldly, as if watching a show. Under the light, Elara's delicate face looked particularly pale, her lips had no trace of blood, and her whole body was trembling. "You still say you didn't! How dare you seduce our Blackwell family's business partner? I'llkill you today!" Mrs. Blackwell grabbed Elara's hair and slammed her forehead against the protruding corner of the bedside table. "Bang, bang!" In an instant, a cold and glamorous blood flowed out... Elara was like a puppet with a broken string, directly paralyzed on the ground, losing all vitality. At this sight, Mrs. Blackwell's face twisted with disgust. She lifted her foot and stomped on Elara's body several times. "You slut, why are you pretending to be dead? Get up for me!" She was about to reach out and grab Elara when suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a slender hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. The corpse, which had already been lifeless, suddenly opened its eyes! As soon as she regained consciousness, she looked at the strange noblewoman who was beating her and asked coldly, "Who are you?" As she spoke, she looked around the room. Apart from the noblewoman, there were two other people in the room: a handsome, cold man and a petite, delicate woman. The woman was holding the man's hand and smiling victoriously at her like the most beautiful peacock at a banquet. The man's face was icy and his sharp eyes were fixed on her face as if he wanted to bore a hole through it with his gaze. In this unfamiliar room with unfamiliar people, there was also... When she looked into the nearby dressing mirror and saw the face of the petite, slender girl with big blinking eyes, even Vesper, a female special agent who could adapt perfectly to any harsh environment, couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise! What surprised her was not her own appearance in the mirror, but... This face, which exuded a pure and innocent aura, was definitely not hers! Her appearance was alluring, with a curvaceous figure and a seductive charm. As the strongest mercenary king, she had fought in bloody battles and crossed the barren Sahara desert. She could not possibly be like this now, thin and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.So what was going on? Could it be that she had been reborn? "Elara! How dare you lay a hand on my mother? Are you looking to die?!" Seeing Elara lost in thought, a look of disgust crossed James's face. Especially when he thought of this woman rolling around with a client he had brought home, James felt nauseous to the extreme! His outburst was so loud that it made the hearts of the people around him skip a beat. Coupled with his identity as the CEO of the Blackwell Group and his ruthless methods in the business world… Even Selena, who was holding onto his arm, was scared stiff. But her expression soon turned to one of hidden joy. She shook James's hand and put on a deliberately concerned look. "James, don't be like this. You've been married for so many years... and haven't consummated your marriage. Miss Elara must have been lonely, that's why she couldn't resist the temptation. "In fact, it's all my fault. "If I hadn't suddenly returned to the country, perhaps you two would have become real husband and wife long ago…” Intellectual, generous, and tactful. This is the true white moonlight in James's eyes - Selena Hommes. Even James, who is known as the "living Yan Luo", can calm down in Selena's gentle voice. "Selena, you don't have to feel inferior. You are not inferior to anyone. "Besides, even if you didn't come back to New York, I would still divorce this slut!" At this point, James turned his head and stared fiercely at Elara. As if he wanted to skin her alive! His repeated words of "slut" were like thousands of merciless blades, fiercely striking Elara's chest. It made her feel painful. Elara held her chest, her breathing becoming heavier. She knew that this was not her own emotion, but belonged to the original owner of this body. Presumably, the original owner had suffered such despair more than once, right? Earlier, Vesper, now Elara, had already inherited all the memories of the original owner. The man standing in front of Elara was the nominal husband of the original owner - James Blackwell. The original owner had liked James for more than ten years. Two years ago, James was forced to marry the original owner by the old patriarch on the grounds of inheritance rights. For the past two years, he had never treated the original owner as his wife, because his only love was his white moonlight -Selena. And now, Selena had returned from studying abroad. Today, during the process of being forcibly humiliated by James, who brought her back to the client's home, the original owner was caught by James, Mrs. Finch, and Selena. In the end, under the furious beating of Madam Blackwell, the original owner of the body, ended her miserable life. As the memory faded, Elara looked at the people in front of her, her eyes filled with a strong desire to kill.