Aeliana Smith's only one-month-old daughter was dead, the tragic cause of death was suffocation.

The murderers were Greyven Davis and Lilithia Smith. One is her husband, and the other is her sister.

It was they who ended the life of the baby.

"Aeliana, only the demise of your illegitimate child can pave the way for my son to be recognized as the sole heir of the Davis family."

"Oh, but the sad thing is, it matters not whether that bastard is dead or alive, my son is the only offspring of the Davis family. Your daughter is not Greyven's child; the person who spent that fateful night with you was another man." Lilithia laughed coldly; her words were like sharp blades that deeply pierced Aeliana's heart.

"Anyway, you're dying soon! Aeliana. Well, before you leave, let me tell you one more truth: it was I who silenced your parents forever.

"They kept saying that I'm their daughter, but when it came to inheritance, they only considered you. So, I had to take extreme measures and take their lives with my own hands."

Lilithia's malicious words echoed in Aeliana's ears, bringing darkness and pain she had never imagined.

Holding her daughter's tender and cold body tightly, Aeliana stepped out of the hospital door with heavy steps, each step seemingly stepping on the tip of her heart.

Outside, it was drizzling. The drizzle not only failed to bring any comfort but instead intensified the bone-chilling cold in the wind.

Her face was pale and dull, her eyes had lost the color of the past, and only the teardrops that kept slipping from the corners of her eyes silently spoke of endless sorrow and remorse. Each tear was like an unspeakable pain deep inside her heart, slowly condensing in the cold air.

The rain wrapped around her, silently penetrating her hair and soaking her clothes. She seemed to be in another world, oblivious to the coldness around her. Her heart, with the departure of her daughter, had long been turned into a barren wasteland, leaving only endless remorse echoing in the empty chambers of her heart.

Aeliana, the long-lost biological daughter of the Smith family, had been reunited with her kin four years ago, becoming the eyes of the Smith family's second miss. However, fate had more in store. The adopted daughter, who had lived with the Smith family for more than twenty years, because of her parents' deep feelings for her, the joy of this reunion was overshadowed by a layer of complexity.

In the end, the two children with intertwined destinies, in an unspeakable way, stayed together in the mansion of the Smith family.

Aeliana, the peak of her beauty at the age of twenty-five, finally set foot on her homeward journey, stepping back onto the threshold of the Smith family.

All those years of missed affection, akin to a much-needed shower after a long drought, filled her heart with warmth mingled with an inexplicable complexity of emotions. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, looking at their graceful daughter, are overwhelmed with guilt and love, and they are determined to make amends for the past and pave a bright path for her.

After helping Aeliana get accustomed to the lifestyle of upper-class society, the couple wanted to arrange a good marriage for her.

Aeliana's unique charm attracts the attention of all parties. The powerful families in New York, have all thrown olive branches to the Smith family, eager to connect the glory and power of the two families through marriage. Among them, especially the Leviston family, the premier family in New York, stood out the most.

Unfortunately, the eldest son of the Leviston family is disabled, and his temperament is as cold as ice, his treatment of women is even more brutal, which makes countless ladies of the rich family shun him!

No matter how good the Leviston family was, Aeliana's parents cared for their daughter and feared she would suffer if she married into their family.

Therefore, the decision was left to Aeliana; to marry or not was up to her.

However, she was blind to love for Greyven at the time.

Although her parents did not expect her to agree to marry the Leviston family, the behavior of the Davis family also made them worried, and did not want their daughter to marry into the Davis family. However, Aeliana is determined to marry Greyven, and her parents can't help but agree to it.

Aeliana married Greyven as she wished, but life after marriage is as cruel as a nightmare. She never expected that Greyven and Lilithia had already been secretly in love with each other. During the time of the marriage between the two families, they both choose to remain silent, one is willing to marry her with evil intentions, and the other hypocritically supports her to marry. As it turns out, they had long ago orchestrated a conspiracy, dug a deep pit, and waited to bury her.

As time passes, Aeliana's parents suffer accidents and pass away, and the birth of her daughter has not brought a trace of warmth to the marriage. Greyven becomes increasingly indifferent to her and even openly takes Lilithia home to fool around without caring about her feelings. Until this point, Aeliana only woke up as if in a dream, realizing that she had long been counted as nothing.

She regretted and hated herself for being reckless in that self-righteous love, rejecting the Leviston family's marriage and marrying Greyven, this heartless man...

The dim street light stretched the woman's thin figure across the dark highway. A van lurked quietly to the side, in which sat a man with a hideous scar on his face. When Aeliana's figure appeared, the man's eyes flashed a ferocious light, he fiercely stepped on the gas, and the van, like a reined-in wild horse, rushed towards her.

Aeliana didn't notice anything strange behind her until the car came like a demon, the huge impact threw her into the sky, and the child in her arms was also thrown out...

"Baby..."

Aeliana let out a desperate cry, she fell heavily on the ground, her body seemed to be torn as if it was in severe pain. The child fell not far away, but her fingers could only bend slightly, and she could not touch her baby no matter what.

Just when she was plunged into the abyss of despair and helplessness, a pair of big feet wearing black leather shoes appeared in her gradually blurred vision. Then, a figure slowly bent down, picked up her daughter's remains, and gently tucked them into her arms.

"Baby ......" Aeliana tightly hugged the child who had not breathed for a long time and was so ecstatic that she didn't even realize that the blood that flowed from the corner of her mouth had stained her daughter's body.

She was severely injured and could no longer hang on. Before the darkness engulfed her, she managed to lift her head and look at the other person, only to see a man in black sitting in a wheelchair.

It was him, the disabled eldest son of the Leviston family.

He sat in the wheelchair, his pitch-black eyes staring at her, filled with unexplainable pity and sympathy.

As Aeliana looked at him, her heart was filled with gratitude and regret.

She closed her eyes slowly and made a silent vow.

If there's a next life, Olavir, I will marry you!

......

......

"When is she going to wake up?"

"My master, Doctor Lee says the lady is in good health and will wake up soon."

In a daze, Aeliana hears someone talking.

Her eyelashes flutter.

Surviving such a severe car accident, she couldn't believe she wasn’t dead.

But if she's still alive, then the child…

She must find her child!

Aeliana opens her eyes. A pair of icy-cold eyes meet hers.

A man wore a black shirt with a sickly white complexion and an innate dominance between his eyebrows.

The man, Aeliana could never forget. He was Olavir Leviston, appallingly known by others as a living Yama. He was the only one who showed her a bit of kindness when she had nothing left.

"Mr. Leviston…"

Aeliana gratefully called out to Olavir.

In New York, no one doesn't know the young man. Even with his disability, he remained a legend in the business world.

Olavir's gaze was icy, devoid of any warmth. He pushed his wheelchair forward and coldly instructed the bodyguard behind him, "Take her back. Tell the Smith family that I, Olavir Leviston, have no interest in forced marriages. There's no need for this woman to act out a life-and-death drama in front of me. If it happens again, I won't intervene."

Life-and-death drama? Aeliana's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't...

Her eyes widened in shock; her face filled with disbelief.

Could it be... she had been reborn? Returned to the past?

"Can I have a mirror?"

Heart brimming with wild joy, Aeliana still wanted to confirm.

Olavir, who had been pushing the wheelchair to the door, paused and turned to her, his eyes seeming to carry a hint of sarcasm.

The bodyguards waited for Olavir to speak.

After a slight pause, Olavir said coldly, "Give her a mobile phone."

A bodyguard immediately took out his mobile phone, activated the camera, and handed it to Aeliana.

As soon as Aeliana grabbed the mobile phone to check, she looked into the camera and the face staring back had no traces of hardship or despair. Although her face was a little pale, probably because she had lost a lot of blood from her wrist-cutting, her appearance was still vastly better than before her death.

She looked exactly as she had at twenty-six.

She was reborn!

She had returned to three years ago.

Her parents were still alive. She hadn't yet married Greyven, and the tragedies that had plagued her were yet to occur. She had a chance to start anew.

Catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye, she saw the bodyguard following behind Olavir open the door. Olavir was about to leave.

Aeliana swiftly jumped off the bed and handed her phone off to one of the guards.

"Mr. Leviston, please wait!"

Amidst her hollering, Aeliana raced like the wind to Olavir's front, blocking his exit.

Olavir coldly stared at her.

Meeting his frigid gaze, Aeliana shivered slightly, but she did not back down.

"Mr. Leviston,"

"Speak!"

His response was deep, icy, curt, and carried a commanding tone.

Aeliana nervously intertwined her hands, a telltale gesture she always displayed under stress.

"Mr. Leviston,"

"Kick her out!"

Olavir lost his patience before Aeliana could continue. With a frosty tone, he ordered his men to throw Aeliana out.

"Mr. Leviston, I... I want to marry you!"

In a rush, Aeliana voiced out the last thing she wanted to do before she died in her previous life.

She would marry him! No matter how bad-tempered, impatient, crippled, or cold-hearted he might be. She was willing to exchange vows with him, simply because Olavir showed her a touch of kindness when she was at her lowest.

The audience in the room stood agape at Aeliana's proclamation.

Olavir mocked Aeliana coldly, "Mrs. Davis, did you slit your wrists or damage your brain?"

Aeliana blushed furiously at his remark.

"Mr. Leviston, I... I... mean it. I've thought it over. I am willing to marry you, and care for you for the rest of my life."

Anyway, she was determined to stick to him in this life.

"Ha!"

Olavir scoffed, "Not mind my crippled legs? Not afraid I'll be a burden in your later life? Not afraid I'm no longer suitable to play a husband’s role due to my injury? Not thinking my family forced you to marry me because of their power?"

Aeliana: "… I don't mind at all!"

In her previous life, Greyven had never truly loved her. After their marriage, he never slept with her using the excuse that she was pregnant.

It wasn't until Lilithia brought a baby boy of the same age as her baby before her that she realized Greyven wasn't being considerate but simply didn't want to touch her.

The first time in the hotel, she woke up from drunkenness and saw Greyven was there. Assuming things have taken their course and hearing Greyven proposing to her, she thought...

Turns out, the man who had deflowered her that night wasn't Greyven at all.

When she died, she never knew who her daughter's biological father was.

"Aeliana Smith, what do you take me for? I, Olavir Leviston, am not at your beck and call."

Olavir coldly stared at Aeliana, "Visiting the Smith family to propose wasn't my intention, I, to you, never had any intention!"

Aeliana's face paled.

"Get out right now!"

Aeliana bit her lower lip, her beautiful big eyes fixed on Olavir.

Suddenly, she threw herself into Olavir's arms.

Olavir 's body stiffened, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He looked down at the woman in his arms, remained silent for a moment, and ultimately did not push her away.