Reincarnated As The murderer's Wife

Memories

Sophie

I winced in pain as i hit the ground. I was accustomed to being pushed around, though. In my previous life, i had often been forced to the floor. "What took you so long to get to the door!" She snapped. The woman scrutinized me from head to toe and let out a scoff, "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me in?" she snapped. I heard the maids gasp behind me.

I knew why; no one ever dared to hit or speak to Princess Ivory Silver with such a tone. However, i wasn't Ivory Silvers herself. I was just Sophie Danvers temporarily borrowing Ivory's body.

I recognized the woman as Yvonne, a businesswoman seeking to set up her maize plantation in Dystopia.

I remained motionless, feigning ignorance. This seemed to anger the woman further, as she pushed me hard, causing me to fall on my behind.

"Know your place next time!" Yvonne snapped with a victorious grin. She must have mistaken me for a maid due to my attire.

"How dare you!" someone yelled. I looked up to see Prince Theo watching them from upstairs.

He leaned over the railing with a glass of wine in his hand. "You're in trouble now," Yvonne whispered to me, oblivious to the consequences of her actions.

"I'm glad you're here, Theo, sir. You should really terminate this maid. Can you believe she…" Yvonne was cut off by a slap, but not from Prince Theo. It was from Queen Amelia. "How dare you?" Queen Amelia snarled.

"I let you into my home, and you have the audacity to push my daughter-in-law to the ground and even dare to call her a maid!" Yvonne seemed to have entered a trance for a moment, standing there, staring into space.

"Y... y... you slapped me," she muttered, blinking repeatedly. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her lips quivered from shock.

"Yes, and I would do it again," Queen Amelia replied with a defiant look. Although Queen Amelia did not like Princess Ivory, she always stood up for her family. And as much as she hated to admit it, Princess Ivory was her family.

"Get out of my house, Yvonne, and know that Dystopia will no longer accommodate your maize plantation," Queen Amelia snapped. Yvonne ran out in tears. It was my first time seeing a grown woman cry, and it was all my fault.

Prince Theo came to her side and helped me up. "Did you get hurt? How's your bruised knee?" he asked, scanning her body for injuries.

"I'm fine. I fell on my behind," I replied, moving away from him. "My apologies, I invited her over without knowing she would cause a scene," Queen Amelia said with a forced smile. She must really despise the fact that she had to act so nice to me.

But she had no choice, after all, She had promised Theo she would be kind to Ivory while she adjusted to the family.

"It's fine, Queen Amelia. It was my fault anyway," I unintentionally mentioned Queen Amelia's name. "You remember my name?" Queen Amelia asked with a raised brow. "Have you regained your memories?" Prince Theo asked with an anxious look.

"I... I... it just came to me. I don't know..." she stuttered, fearing getting caught. "Your memories must be coming back because of the fall. I told you we should hit a plank on her head," Queen Amelia joked, earning a glare from Prince Theo.

"I'll go take my bath," I muttered and left. When I reached her room, I scolded myself for almost slipping up. As I began to undress, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," I yelled. The door squeaked open, and three maids walked in. "We're here to bathe you, ma'am," one said. I remembered how, in my past life as Sophie, I used to bathe in Ivory every day.

I tried to argue with the maids, but they were adamant about bathing me. They were afraid of Theo's anger. Eventually, I caved and let them bathe me.

They helped me remove my clothes and gave me a cold bath as I requested. They washed my hair and gave me a manicure and pedicure treatment. I felt on top of the world as they treated me like a queen. I couldn't believe that wealthy people received such treatment, while I had never experienced a manicure or pedicure.

Even though this was the second time she was going through the beautifying process, I still wasn't accustomed to it. They selected a red jumpsuit for me to wear and styled my hair into a French braid. They tried to apply makeup to my face, but I refused. I didn't think I needed any makeup since I wasn't going anywhere special.

After finishing, they left me alone in the room, and she took some time to admire myself in the mirror—or rather, to appreciate my host body. I had to admit, Ivory was naturally beautiful, with or without makeup. It was no wonder that Theo was deeply in love with her.

I stepped out of her room and decided to continue her stroll around the mansion. As a maid, I was only permitted in the maid's quarters and the rooms I was assigned to clean.

Accidentally, I entered Prince Diego's quarters, as she was unfamiliar with the boundaries between each section. I only knew their rooms.

Only when I spotted Prince Diego's art studio did I realize I had trespassed. I tried to sneak back to Prince Theo's quarters but was noticed by Prince Diego, who had just finished rehearsing in his studio.

"Look what the cat dragged in" he said and clicked his tongue, "Ivory, to what do I owe this awful pleasure?" he asked with an eye roll. "I... I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trespass. I was just trying to familiarize myself with the environment," I stammered, trembling out of fear. I was frightened of Diego, as i had a bad experience with him in my previous life.

In my past life, Diego had taken advantage of me and forced himself on me whenever he pleased. He was even the one who took my virginity.

"You really have lost your memory. The normal Ivory would never stammer," he said with a dry chuckle. I felt uneasy under his gaze and attempted to leave, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, struggling to free herself from his grip. Finally, I managed to break free but fell and hit my head in the process.

I winced as a flash of memories rushed through my mind. However, none of them were my own memories. Instead, they were the genuine memories of the real Ivory.