The Queen's Vengeance Reborn

The sea was a black abyss, swallowing the last rays of twilight as Alice stood on the deck of the ship, her voice carrying across the waves. The audience was mesmerized, their eyes on her as if she were an angel descended from heaven.

And perhaps, in that moment, she was an angel of death, no longer burdened by the sins of her past, but by the longing for a future she'd never had. She had made a name for herself as the Angel Executor, a title whispered in fear by criminals and corrupt politicians across the globe.

Her beauty was disarming, her voice pure and serene, but her hands were stained with the blood of those who deserved it. She had been unstoppable, a weapon forged in the fires of vengeance. But tonight, under the blanket of stars, she was something more-a woman trying to grasp a dream that had always eluded her. The first gunshot shattered the night's peace, followed by the cries of panic from the crowd. Samantha's instincts kicked in immediately.

She spotted the assassins emerging from the shadows, their eyes locked on her with deadly intent. They hadn't come just for her-they had. come to sink the entire ship, to drown her dream in the icy depths. For a moment, she considered running, slipping away as she had so many times before. But the faces of the innocent passengers, frozen in fear, held her back.

She couldn't let them die-not like this. Grabbing the dagger she always kept hidden, the one given to her by her beloved brother, she leaped over the ship's railing, plunging into the freezing waters below. As the cold gripped her, pulling her deeper into the abyss, she thought of her brother-his smile, his music, the novels he wrote to escape their dark past. She had become the weapon so he wouldn't have to, so he could live his dream while she buried hers.

But now, as the sea closed over her, she wondered If she had made the right choice. Darkness enveloped her, and Alice knew she was dying. She let the cold take her, believing that perhaps this was the end. But fate had other plans.

When Alice opened her eyes again, she wasn't met with the sight of heaven or hell. Instead, she found herself in a dense forest, the smell of damp earth filling her lungs. Her body was different, dressed in a tattered red gown, a sword clutched in her hand.

Surrounding her were men in armor, their faces twisted with cruel intent. They had no idea who she was who she really was. With a swift movement, she cut them down, the instincts of the Angel Executor taking over. But something was wrong. The place, the men, the gown-it all felt familiar, as if ripped from the pages of a story she once knew. And then it hit her. She was in her brother's novel, The Queen's Vengeance, reincarnated as the tragic queen who had lost everything-her children, her sanity, her life.

But this time, she wouldn't let the story end in despair. This time, she would fight back. As the last of the attackers fell, a man emerged from the shadows-tall, with a face etched in sorrow and love. He called her name, "Samantha," but she didn't recognize him. Not at first. He was Roderick, the husband she had read about, the one who would eventually kill her to end her suffering.

But now, she had the knowledge, the skills, and a determination that burned hotter than any fire. She would find the lost children, rewrite the fate that had been laid out for her, and reclaim the life she had never truly lived. Because she wasn't just Samantha. She was the Angel Executor, and she would not be defeated.

The game of vengeance had begun, and she's going to do everything to win all those games and pay those who trick Samantha.