Chapter 004

EVELYN’S POV

It had been a few days since I transmigrated into this new body, and I was slowly getting the hang of things.

I had been discharged from the hospital, but I couldn't stop thinking about the man who was supposed to be my fiance and why he had yet to pay his "wife" a visit since I woke up.

“Good news, Young Miss. You're getting discharged today,” the doctor informed me.

I nodded without sparing him a glance.

“I see,” I mumbled, rubbing my chin while staring at the laptop screen with a frown.

“You should get ready, too,” the doctor added, hoping to get a reaction from me.

“I'm busy,” I muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

He had to leave in embarrassment.

I was trying to hack into the Organization's database, but it was being protected by a top-tier firewall called Lockwell. I was caught off guard and barely managed to pull out before they traced my location.

“I'm coming for you,” I scoffed before turning off the laptop.

I got off the bed to get changed before my so-called family arrived. I headed to the bathroom and stared at the reflection of my new body with a stoic face.

Rosetta was a stunning beauty who could set men’s tongues wagging, but unfortunately, she had been fragile and stupid—hence the reason she was a pushover. I touched her soft, silky hair, which stopped right at my waist, and sighed.

“You sure need a makeover,” I smirked.

I walked to the mini-closet to get a change of outfit, but I wasn't impressed.

“I guess we need to change our wardrobe,” I mumbled, flipping through the bunch of clothes that had been sent over.

Suddenly, the door pulled open, and someone walked in unannounced.

“Didn't your mother teach you to knock before waltzing into someone's space?” I muttered with an irritated voice without turning around to see who it was.

“I see you're alive.”

I heard a deep voice and froze for a brief moment, wondering if my cover had been blown.

“Dying would have been a better option for someone like you,” he spoke nonchalantly.

I snapped my head in the direction of the voice, angry. I found a stranger sitting elegantly on the couch with his legs crossed.

Damn! I muttered in my head as I took in his majestic features.

He was a beautiful man who could actually put ladies to shame with his looks, but his aura was terrifying.

“I understand that I'm indeed handsome, but don't you think you're taking advantage of me by staring?” he spoke shamelessly.

This snapped me back to my senses, and I frowned in confusion.

“I'm sorry, Honey, but nobody gives a f*ck about your stupid ego,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

He scoffed nonchalantly. “That's no way to speak to your fiancé, my love.”

He finally introduced himself with a smirk on his face, though the smirk didn't reach his cold eyes.

I felt a strange chill run down my spine. I couldn't read him. I couldn't see through him no matter how hard I stared, which was usually impossible for me. He was dangerous.

“Get out. I'm getting dressed.” I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Unfortunately, he was just as stubborn as a cat.

“Don't flatter yourself, darling. There's nothing special to see,” he said coldly, not holding back.

I felt my blood boil. He was a narcissist.

I held onto the hem of the hospital gown, ready to pull it off. His assistant immediately excused himself, leaving us alone.

“Suit yourself,” I shrugged.

I took off the hospital gown without hesitation. I could feel his eyes trail down my entire body, and for the first time in a long time, I felt uncomfortable.

I grew up with a lot of boys and girls in the Organization; modesty was a luxury we couldn't afford. It was okay to undress in front of others back then. But right now, I felt strange undressing in front of him.

Something about his gaze made me tremble. I unhurriedly put on a white turtleneck and plain black pants, giving off typical office vibes.

“Like what you see?” I scoffed as I gently tied up my hair before heading toward the bed to pick up my gadgets.

“Be out in two minutes,” he said coldly, standing up and walking away.

“Just who the heck does he think he is?” I muttered. I felt like putting a bullet through his thick skull.

I couldn't understand what Rosetta actually saw in him.

“I can't believe you were in love with him,” I scoffed angrily at the lingering memory of her feelings.

His assistant returned to the room and picked up my stuff without saying a word. He headed toward the door, and I followed him.

I was taken downstairs and frowned upon seeing how heavily guarded the man was.

Is he the President of Arrogance or what? I thought as I headed toward the white Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The door was held open by one of his guards, and I got into the car with the narcissistic man. He seemed busy with his tablet and barely spared me a glance—not that I cared about him.

“To the Glenn Mansion,” he instructed without taking his eyes off his tablet.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I decided to do some digging about the Organization once again on my phone.

My eyes flickered as I stared at the news about my death. Of course, they had decided to dump everything on me and make me take the fall for all their wrongdoings.

Reading through the comments section made me clench my fist.

“She's an abomination who deserved to die,” someone commented. I resisted the urge to scoff.

“Whoever gave birth to such an evil monster should be set ablaze.”

What was I expecting from a bunch of hypocrites who only believe whatever they want to believe? I felt anger course through my veins as I tried to keep my cool.

You're going to regret doing that to me.

I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when he spoke.

“We're getting married in two weeks.”

“What?!”