Loving Marriage After Rebirth the Beautiful Wife

"It's on fire! Fire! Hurry and get out of the building!"

Ashley was startled and hurried to her feet. She opened the curtain-flames raged outside, already licking the roof, crackling loudly.

How could it suddenly catch fire? It was fine when I came in.

She didn't have time to think. She turned and ran toward the door.

Fortunately, the fire had started from one side of the shed and hadn't reached the door yet.

She opened it and was about to rush out when something suddenly splashed on her face.

Splash!

It felt slightly cold at first, but in the next second, searing pain struck-her skin felt scorched by flames, and she could even smell the stench of burnt flesh.

"Ah..." The heart-piercing pain made Ashley scream. She covered her face, but her hands were also torn apart-blood and flesh mixed.

"My face... my face..." Ashley groaned in agony.

She was an actress. Though not well-known, her face was her livelihood. And now it was ruined. What could she do?

Ashley stumbled, groping blindly. Even so, she couldn't die here-not in this sea of fire.

But just as she took two steps, someone shoved her hard to the ground.

"Who? Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" Ashley cried out, her voice hoarse.

"Haha..." A woman laughed proudly. "What a pity. Such a beautiful face, ruined in an instant. Ashley Sanchez, how does it feel?"

Ashley was stunned. "Is it you? Mia Sanchez?! Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I hate you! I've hated you since the day my father brought you home!" Mia sneered. "Ashley, have you ever wondered why your life has been so miserable?"

"Mia..." The highly corrosive solution seeped into Ashley's eyes and mouth, blinding her and burning her throat. She could only groan out hoarse, broken syllables.

The pain made her curl up into a ball. She tried to rise, but collapsed again.

"Hahaha... That's right. I framed you from beginning to end. You're not worthy of returning to the Sanchez family, and you're not worthy of Quentin!" Mia stomped hard on Ashley's hand, bones crunching. "If you dare to fight me, the only outcome is death! Oh-and Quentin? He's already mine. Hahaha..."

"Ah..." Ashley cried out in agony, her voice growing weaker.

The door to survival was shut tightly in front of her.

She couldn't see anything-only feel the flames dancing around her, scorching everything.

She crawled instinctively toward the door, pounding on it with all her might and screaming, "Help... help... help..."

But the fire raged like a devil's tongue, devouring her whole.

"Hot... it's so hot! Hot...!"

A girl was moaning unconsciously, her body drenched in sweat.

Ashley Sanchez felt like she was submerged in lava. It burned-but strangely, she felt no pain.

She slowly opened her eyes.

A pair of deep, soul-piercing eyes made her tremble.

The next second, a man grabbed her neck, his sexy voice dripping with cold menace. "Tell me, who ordered you?"

Just like his voice, the man's appearance was stunning-heroic features, thin brows, and dark pupils as deep as the sea. He stared right into her soul, making her breath catch.

Who is this man? Why is he so fierce?

Ashley was confused. Memories came rushing back. She clearly remembered being surrounded by flames-burned alive by her sister, Mia Sanchez.

Am I not dead? she thought, dazed but oddly relieved. Or... could it be that I've arrived in the underworld?