The Vengeful Goddess Returns

Chapter 1

I was raised in the lap of luxury, yet I almost didn't survive past seventeen.

As I was on the brink of death, my soul unexpectedly drifted away, wandering aimlessly.

It was then that I discovered the truth: my stepmother's meticulous care was a facade, my stepsister's deep sisterly affection was a sham, and my father's lavish affection was also false. They all genuinely wished for my death.

Even my fiancé, whom I had always despised, had been conspiring with my stepsister all along.

By some miracle, I was resurrected and greeted them with a serene smile, "I'm still alive. Are you happy now?"

Chapter 1: Awakening

When I woke up after three months of illness and unconsciousness, the expressions on the faces of those in the room varied greatly.

My stepmother, who was honey-tongued but dagger-hearted, approached with a concerned look on her face. "Haylen, you finally woke up. I've been praying for you every day these past months."

A kind face hides a cruel heart. No wonder I hadn't seen through her true nature before.

Everyone in the room wore masks of false concern, except for my brother—considered rebellious and defiant since childhood. His eyes, however, shone with genuine worry and care.

Had it not been for my nearly three-month slumber, during which my soul drifted out of my body, I wouldn't have known that everyone in the Hayes family, except for my brother Samuel, had been hoping for my death.

"Samuel, come here," I called softly, my voice weak but resolute.

Everyone looked at me in astonishment.