Falling For The Lady Of Revenge

Chapter 1

Amira

The wind was screaming, or maybe it was just me. My body was falling through the air, weightless and terrified. I looked up and saw the blurred face of the person standing on the rooftop, looking down at me with cold eyes but smiling evilly. The person who pushed me down.

“Why?” I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

The ground rushed to meet me. Pain. Darkness. Silence. That was supposed to be the end of Amira Vance.

“Wake up! You useless piece of trash! Are you dead?”

A harsh voice pierced through the darkness. A heavy bucket of cold water was thrown right at my face. I gasped, choking and shivering as I shot up from the hard floor.

My eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. I was not in a hospital. I was in a small and dirty room that looked like a storage closet. I looked at myself, and my clothes were old and ragged. My body felt weak and skinny, nothing like my healthy, strong body before.

“Are you deaf?” A tall, beautiful woman with heavy makeup stood in front of me. She held an empty bucket, obviously, she was the one who poured cold water on me. Behind her was an older woman with a fake smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“V-Vivian… Madame Eliza…” The words came out of my mouth, but they weren’t my voice. It was soft, shaky, and weak.

I shook my head slightly. Memories suddenly flooded my brain like a broken dam. I saw images of myself being beaten, being forced to eat scraps, being drowned in the bathtub, and being insulted many times. I saw Madame Eliza stealing my food. I saw how they treated me like a servant in my own house. And finally, I saw the last moment when I was pushed down the stairs by Vivian. My head hit the hard tiles, and everything went black.

No! They weren’t my memories. They belonged to Harper. But how could the memories of someone else be inside my memory?

I suddenly touched my face. My hands were shaking. I ran to the small, cracked mirror on the wall.

I gasped. Staring back at me was my own face! Exactly the same eyes, nose, and lips. But this face was pale, thin, and filled with sadness. There's no hint of confidence and arrogance that I once bore. I was reborn the moment Harper died from the beating.

“I… I am alive?” I whispered. “I am Amira, but I am inside Harper’s body?" I died but my soul entered Harper's body but I still have her memories.

I looked at Vivian and Eliza. The anger inside me started to burn. It wasn’t just Harper’s anger anymore. It was my anger too. They hurt this girl. They leeched off her money but they made her life a living hell. They took advantage of her timidness and kindness.

“What are you staring at?” Vivian frowned and raised her hand to slap me. “Are you crazy now? I think you need a good beating to make you sober.”

In the past, Harper would have cowered and cried. But I am Amira. Although we shared the same face but were different in personality.

Before her hand could hit my cheek, I caught it. I grabbed her wrist tightly. My grip was firm, strong, nothing like the weak Harper they knew.

Vivian’s eyes widened in shock. “Ah! You hurt me! Let go of me now!” she ordered me sternly.

Eliza was surprised too. “Harper! What are you doing? Release your sister immediately!”

I stood up straight. Even though I was thin, my presence changed. I looked at them with eyes that were cold and sharp.

“Sister?” I said, my voice steady. “You never treated me like a sister, Vivian. And you…” I looked at Eliza. “You are not my mother. You're just a mistress my father brought into the house.”

“How dare you disrespect me!” Eliza’s face turned red. Her face shows that she wanted to beat me too but couldn't do it.

“I am not the same person you used to bully,” I said, stepping closer. “From today onwards, things are going to change.”

Vivian tried to pull her hand back but couldn’t. She looked scared. “Mom! Look at her eyes! She’s weird! She’s not Harper! Help me!”

Just then, the door opened wider, and a man in a suit walked in. He looked serious and held a folder. I was forced to let go of Vivian's arm.

“Madame Eliza, Miss Vivian,” the man said formally. “I am here regarding the marriage contract. The preparations are done. Miss Harper will marry Young Master David Ludrico tomorrow.”

Eliza smiled widely, forgetting our fight. “Oh good! Finally, we can get rid of this burden.”

Young Master David Ludrico? I knew that name. He was the famous feared CEO who had been in a coma for a year. They were sending me to marry a man who was basically a living corpse!

I looked at the lawyer with cold eyes. “And if I refuse?”

The lawyer smiled. “If you refuse, your mother’s entire company and assets will be taken by the bank. You will be left with nothing, and your stepmother will have no obligation to feed you.”

Eliza laughed. “You hear that? You have no choice, Harper. If you want to inherit your mother's properties, go and be a good widow to that vegetable. At least you will be useful for once.”

I looked at their greedy, evil faces. Then I smiled. A real, dangerous smile.

“Fine,” I said calmly. “I will marry him.”

If this is what they want, I will take it. But I will use that marriage to climb up. I will use that power to crush them.

“Good,” Eliza said. “Now get out of my sight and prepare for the wedding."

I walked out of the room, but as I passed Vivian, I leaned in and whispered, “Wait for me. I will make you pay for every single drop of tear Harper cried because of you.”

Vivian froze, her face turning pale but didn't speak.

I went to the small window and looked at the sky. “Just you wait, whoever pushed me off that building. I am back. And I will find you.”

That night, as I was packing the few clothes I had, I found an old photo hidden under the loose floorboard. It was a picture of two babies sleeping side by side. It was Harper and another baby who exactly looked like me when I was a baby. And written on the back was a note, “Twins separated for their safety.”

My heart suddenly stopped. Twins?