I looked undoubtedly stunning with my lustrous dark hair, rosy lips, white teeth, and fair skin as delicate as the finest porcelain.
Despite my extraordinary appearance, I was born and raised in a lowly family, so my beauty only brought me trouble and made me a pawn in the power game between the Duchess and her son Charles.
However, if I could use my beauty wisely, it could also be my good weapon, which would become even more lethal after being strengthened by hatred.
I was allowed the chance to live again, but the despair I had been through at my last gasp in my previous life was still vivid in my mind.
In my previous incarnation, I was so blind and meek that I had ended up putting myself at the mercy of others. But this time...
I made up my mind when I reached out and snuffed out the flickering candle flame.
The next morning, when Charles sobered up and saw me beside him, he was as livid as he used to be in his previous life.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me off the bed.
My existence seemed to be a reminder that he was too weak to even decide on his own whether to have a concubine.
I fell to the ground, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked up at Charles.