Chapter 2: Mia

I could feel myself being carried in his arms. “Don't fall asleep, listen to my voice,” his bold, warm voice came, and I groaned. My skin burned. I wanted to voice out, but nothing came out from my throat except a sharp pain.

My lashes fluttered and slowly began to close....the next second, I could see the white ceiling and a flashlight staring straight into my eyes. “What is happening?” I thought, my heart racing. I wanted to turn around, but my head was rooted in place.

“Don't move,” I heard that familiar voice. His face came into view. He was handsome, with a chiseled face and that cold look on his face...was he an angel? Was I in heaven or perhaps hell?

Everything blanked out...

“How is she?” I heard a faint voice ask, and the doctor sighed. “She is really lucky. The poison hadn't damaged her organs or she would be dead. That aside, the poison has been flushed out, and her face...it's just...beyond repair! but it...” he said, and the man in the chair hummed.

My eyes snapped open, and I stared lazily at them and then at the ceiling. I moved to sit up, but the doctor caught my shoulder.

“Please lay down,” he said, and I nodded. He exchanged looks with the man in the chair and walked off. As soon as the door closed, I turned to him...thinking of it, he now looked familiar...wasn't that Vincent Noir, a tycoon with a net worth of 700 billion? Was he my savior?

My lips parted. “Thank you,” I said. I couldn't believe it. I was alive, I really wasn't dead. The tears were visible in my eyes.

He didn't reply and stood up, walking to me. He took the document he was holding and tossed it to me. I opened the folder, about to go through the words, when...

“Do you want revenge?”

I stiffened, hearing his words, and my breath hitched as Christian and Mina's faces flashed in my memory. My grip on the folder tightened.

“It already seems like a yes,” he said, and I nodded. “Go through the folder. You are now Mia Carters,” he said.

Mia Carters? I had heard that name before. I searched through my memories, and it dawned on me. Of course, she was my rival, the billionaire female CEO. She was just age twenty-two when she disappeared. No whereabouts, nothing. Her billion-dollar empire was hidden away. Her parents never forgot her, but they mourned her, especially her grieving mother...

“Wasn't she a brat?” I blurted out instantly, and his eyes darkened, I shut my lips instantly. I had forgotten Vincent and Mia were so close. Even the media shipped them, and their families called them lovers about to be engaged. I knew he never stopped looking for her...but why was he actually....

“How long was I unconscious?” I asked, and his lips parted.

“Three months,” he said, and my eyes popped out of their sockets.

“No way, it can't be that long,” I said and stared around, but then I sighted the mirror. My face was bandaged, and so was my body...I touched the bandage. “What's happening?” I asked, and he placed his hands into his pockets.

“Your body wasn't beyond repair, but your face took much of the impact,” he said, and I gripped tightly onto my hospital gown. What was being lucky? My face was destroyed, my identity had been stripped off me. My billion-dollar empire was gone. My family was grieving.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, and I bit down on my tongue, inflicting pain on myself. I later released it and let out a dark chuckle.

“That's a long story,” I said. He didn't drag it further and moved to the table. He picked up the remote and clicked softly.

“Good afternoon. I’m Veronica Hale, reporting live from the cemetery.

It has now been three months since the tragic death of Laura Holloway, the world’s youngest billionaire. Yet, despite the passing of time, her fiancé, Christian Vale, is still said to be deeply grieving her loss.

Recently, footage surfaced from the reading of Laura Holloway’s will, where Christian accepted the majority of her inheritance. However, what continues to shock the public is the fact that Laura’s mother and sister were reportedly left with only one house each — and nothing more.

This has sparked growing speculation and controversy online. Did Laura Holloway discover something before her untimely death? Was there tension within the family that remained hidden from the public eye? Or was her death truly the result of a tragic restaurant accident involving an overheated pan that ultimately claimed her life?

As questions continue to rise, many are still searching for the truth behind the mysterious death of Laura Holloway.”

The news caught my attention. I stared at the television and gritted my teeth.

“That bastard, how dare he,” I said, my tone filled with venom and hatred. Vincent instantly understood from my gaze...

“The surgery has already been performed on you. You are no longer Laura but Mia Carters. Get familiar with her preferences. We leave tonight!” he said and walked to the door.

“Tonight? How do I grasp everything?” I asked, staring at the thick document. He just smiled.

“Aren't you Laura? You can do anything. Find a way!” he coldly said and walked out, closing the door. I clenched my fist, not because I was angry at his words. No, I was determined...

“Christian, Mina, you think you have won?” I laughed. “Let's see how you dare survive with me as Mia!”

I stared down at the folder, scanning my eyes right through it while the video of Christian crying enveloped the ward. I glared at the TV and bit down on my lips, but my eyes softened when I sighted my mum and sister gently placing flowers on my grave...

“I will be back soon and just wait on!” I said, fighting back my tears, but my eyes dimmed when I sighted a rotten egg being thrown at my mum and sister.

“You killed her, that's why you got only two small houses in return!” a girl screamed in the crowd, and I gritted my teeth because I knew it was Christian who planted the stupid girl.

“Yes, you killed your own daughter...”

“And your own sister,” the crowd joined in…