I was so powerless that I could neither save myself nor my child.
I let out a hoarse and horrifying howl with all my strength.
Elizabeth took a step back in fright but was incensed when she saw that I still had the strength to resist.
"Anyone! Send Lady Simons on her way to hell!"
I closed my eyes with a smile on my lips.
Charles Luker, Elizabeth Swallow, if I had an afterlife...
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the first day I was accepted into the Duke's Manor as Charles' concubine.
"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.