Chapter 1
"ohhh I am in such pain. Where am I? Who are these people? Then I looked into the mirror and I was stunned to see that I was in someone else's body.
And her body all covered in bruises and cuts. She looks very tired and hungry. Her hair is all messed up and her clothes are all crumpled up. She looks very pitiful.
Then I remembered the story plot because this was the book I have been reading for the last 2 days.And the body I was in is the weak heroine who dies at 18 , from continuous mental and physical abuse from her aunt and her kids.
Too bad that I haven't completed the book. I sighed in disbelief that I actually transmigrated into a book.
Just Then someone entered the room.
She is looking like a rich billionaire bitch with arrogant face and rude attitude. She came with 2 maids. She started yelling and started to abuse me verbally and she signalled the maids to beat me up.
From the plot I can remember her as the heroine's cousin i.e , Her aunt's spoiled rich brat I mean daughter. Her name was "Nina" .
She is a an egocentric, self centered brat. she thinks the whole world revolves around her. And she thinks she can wrap any boy around her finger like a dog. She thinks she can beat me "Vivian ,the great fighter " .
Let's get back to the plot.
I guess they are entering a lions den's thinking they can escape but once you enter it's territory it's a DO or DIE situation. No one has won after they challenging me. So, I quickly stood up to teach them a lesson. They were stunned to speak.
I said mockingly," people who act all bossy are the real losers and suckers in life.
People like you act all brave in front of weak but you are the real coward suppressing your own fears .
If you aren't treated in time and what if you bite the people around the rabies in you gets spread" . And I gave a little smirk to mock her . Listening to my words she reacted like a mad dog and left the room.
Nina and her group of twerks were shocked and shaken to bone. Because they didn't expect me to retaliate. I proved that ," action speaks louder than words ".
Then someone entered the room and she looked so worried. A middle-aged woman in her mid 35s .Her name is "Olivia Yart" .
Olivia is someone who cared and raised me after my parent's death.
She started to check whether these are new bruises or not. She started to say, "Oh my baby are you okay? Did they beat you again?" she asked.
With a tiny smile. I replied, "I am okay." She was shocked to hear me speak up. She asked herself, "Did any miracle happen or the god gave a courage to fight yourself."
Then, I replied, "No, I am done with this shit. I can't tolerate anymore. From today I am going to show them who's the real boss here".
She looks confused but hoped , If I speak up then only my life gets better. Then, I asked her everything about me and the things happening here. She looked dazed.
And asked, "Did you hurt your head (or) did they hurt you?" I said "It looks kinda like that." So, she started to tell everything like , I was a kid of a billionaire couple. But unfortunately my parents died in a car accident when I was 7.
Since then my aunt, (i.e) sister of my father decided to take up the company and she treated me like dirt.
Her kids used to beat me up, made me work, insulted me both physically and mentally. Only Olivia took care of me. Fed me and treated me.
