EMMA'S POV~Nothing was more humiliating than your nemesis, seeing you at your weakest. That Bitch! She heard the doctor tell the family that I was now barren. It felt like I had taken over her curse. Even watching Keagan’s mother beat her up after dragging her out from behind the curtain by her hair did nothing to take the pain in my heart away. Now, I was all alone in this hospital room, stuck in my bed with no idea if Keagan and Jessica were making up. I was under no illusion that Keagan wanted nothing more than an heir from me. His heart belonged to Jessica. I was just a means to an end for him. My eyes burned with unshed tears.There was nothing I could feel but utter numbness and bitterness. I stared at the I.V. strings connected to my veins with a needle, and all I could feel was loathing—a pure loathing not directed at me but at Jessica. It was her fucking fault. What if Sofia was right, and Jessica had cast a spell on me or tampered with my car to get back at me? Common sens

JESSICA'S POV ~"Don't you think she looks irresistible? I'd like to see how she tastes. Can I touch her just a little?" I heard one of my kidnappers ask, which turned my heart cold with dread.No! I could feel my body shaking as I lay on the cold tiles, the pain and fear gripping my soul as I pretended to sleep. It had been two hours since they had hit and tortured me at Emma's command. They had left me with a broken right foot and busied themselves playing chess.My stomach curled in disgust at the thought of these horrible men touching me. I tried to stay still, despite the whimper that nearly escaped my lips.The one who appeared to be their boss growled, "Just shut the fuck up! I've told you I need that money to flee this country. We're following her orders, and you asshole better not ruin my plan."The entire place fell silent the next second as we all heard the sound of footsteps and a buzzing noise. Many thoughts began to swirl in my head.Was it Keagan? Had he realized I was

EMMA'S POV~Eight months had passed, and I still found myself struggling to reconnect with Keagan and his family. He often stayed away from home, and I couldn't help but panic, terrified that he might find another woman who was willing to bear his children.I felt my life unraveling out of my control, and many days, I feared I couldn't hold on any longer. In the months following Jessica's abduction, I had worked diligently to tarnish her reputation. I faked an attack, and Keagan, believing my lies, had taken me to the hospital. I told him that Jessica had found me and beaten me up with the help of some men, and that I had been lucky enough to dial his number before managing to escape.Since that day, I had watched Keagan call Jessica incessantly, oblivious to the fact that I was the one who had abducted her. I observed her suffering with glee, just as she deserved. After all, I should be the Luna – not her, a lowly omega!That night, I eavesdropped on Sofia and learned that Keagan had

JESSICA'S POV ~An eerie silence seemed to spread through the air as if even the wind itself feared disturbing the dreadful stillness. The only sound audible was the steady ticking of a clock, each tick causing my ears to twitch. No matter how hard I tried to move my body, I felt as heavy as lead and struggled to awaken. My eyes refused to flutter open, so I resigned myself to lying on the bed, counting to ten before attempting again.A chill slowly ran down my spine when I started to hear voices, making me realize I wasn't alone. My breath slowed as I focused on the sounds around me.Someone was sobbing nearby. I couldn't immediately turn to see who it was because my body ached and was pretty much lifeless. But goddess, I was utterly curious about what was happening.I tightened my eyes and listened in again. It was a woman's voice, and she sounded utterly anguished."I'm dying, Patrick," she cried. "I can't do this anymore. How can I live without our daughter? We had so many plans

Five years later.JESSICA'S POV ~Gazing through the tinted windows of the black SUV, I observed the passing scenery through the dark shades and a hoodie that concealed my features. FIVE good long years had gone by, since I discovered that I had transmigrated into the body of a young girl who had committed suicide.Her parents had briefed me on the cause of her death, explaining how her sex tapes had been leaked. Unable to bear the blow and criticism from the internet, she had ended her life. Sylvia had been a famous A-list model, known by everyone in the country. I still couldn't believe I was now in her body.I felt a mix of emotions—weird, uncomfortable, yet somehow at peace. Why? Because I was going to kill two birds with one stone. Sylvia came from a strong wealthy background, providing me with the resources I needed to seek my revenge.What more could I ask for?"Miss, should we park here or continue?" my driver asked, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to face him, then glance