After Being Tortured and Killed, I was Reborn!

"The Earl is a little drunk. Lady Simons, please take care of him tonight."

Charles was already hammered when he was brought to my room.

I had known since my previous life that he was extremely reluctant to take me as his concubine.

At this time, he was so obsessed with Elizabeth that he would make every attempt to please her.

However, Elizabeth had been wandering among him and other men, tantalizing him.

Charles was the Earl and also the heir to the Duke. Though he was born with good looks and a powerful family, he was possessed by frenzied affection for Elizabeth.

I sat on the luxurious bed, staring at the man sleeping soundly beside me.

If he woke up at this moment, he would see the intense resentment in my eyes.

But now, he was still murmuring Elizabeth's name in his sleep with his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed with alcohol.

What a devoted man he seemed. But it was a pity that he acted it to the wrong woman.

I uttered a cold laugh and slapped Charles on the face, but he seemed not to notice and just turned over and continued to sleep.

The timing of my rebirth was perfect.

This morning, my gambler father had just sold me to the Duke's Manor at the "high price" of 50 silver coins.

The Duchess wanted Charles to marry her niece and had rejected his repeated requests for his marriage to Elizabeth. Furthermore, the Duchess was disappointed at Charles' indulgence in beauty, so she chose me and sent me to Charles' bed.

Soon after, I would be handed over to Charles' subordinates at Elizabeth's request and eventually tortured to death at her instruction.

At this point, Charles had just met Elizabeth and was deeply bewitched by her.

I looked at myself in the bronze mirror.

My looks were the reason for the Duchess' decision to choose me.

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.