Blurb：
In her past life, she died as a nameless stray in a dirty alley. Reborn as Grace Ashworth, the long-lost daughter of one of the wealthiest families, she finds herself in a world of luxury she never dreamed possible. But the impostor Stella Ashworth, who has lived her life for years, greets her with venomous hatred. Accustomed to suffering, Grace finds strange comfort in every hostile gesture—from Stella's hissed threats to her new mother's raised hand and her brother's discarded milk. This broken girl, who once fought dogs for scraps, now navigates a dangerous game of family politics, wealth, and hidden identities. When a brutal bullying incident reveals her true vulnerability, the Ashworth family's facade shatters. Can this reborn stray claim the life she was always meant to have, or will the shadows of her past destroy her second chance?
Content：
In my last life, I fought stray dogs for scraps in an alley. I died there, too, with a restaurant owner's boot against my temple for trying to steal a piece of bread.The next time I opened my eyes, I was the long-lost daughter of a family so rich they smelled like money.
The girl who had taken my place—my place—looked at me with pure venom in her pretty eyes. "You're just a stray they dragged in off the street," she hissed. "Don't even think about trying to steal Mom and Dad's affection from me."
No one had ever spoken to me from that close before. The sound of it, the feeling of her breath, was a gift. I broke into a wide, happy smile and told her the honest truth. "Your voice is so beautiful."
Later, when a lie got me cornered and my new mother raised her hand to slap me, I didn't flinch. I closed my eyes and breathed in,
mesmerized. "Your hand smells so nice, Mom," I whispered. "Even the little breeze it makes smells like perfume."
And when my new brother shoved his glass of milk at me—the milk he refused to drink—my heart swelled with a warmth I’d never known. So this is what it feels like to be cared for by a brother.
But eventually, everything changed. When they saw me later, beaten and kneeling on the ground, trembling in fear before a bully, my new family finally broke.
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The last thing I knew was the toe of a boot connecting with my temple. The pain was a white-hot flash, then nothing.
A shame. I never got a single bite of that hot food.
You shouldn’t steal.
I groaned, my head throbbing like a drum, and blinked my eyes open.
I wasn’t in the alley anymore. I was in a car. A clean one.
Seeing me awake, the driver glanced in the rearview mirror, a sneer twisting his lips. I heard him mutter, "Kid from the sticks. First time in a real car and she just passes out."
A jolt of pure terror shot through me. I instinctively scrambled back, pressing myself into the corner of the leather seat.
"Where—where are you taking me?" My voice was a useless, trembling thing.
My whole body shook. I’d had run-ins with men like this before, men who wanted to grab you. I’d fought them off, gotten beaten for it, and had to run for my life.
But when I spoke, the driver’s disdain vanished, replaced by a wide, unnerving smile.
"Don't you worry, Miss. I'm your family's driver. The moment Mrs. Ashworth heard they'd found you, she got the whole family together. They're all waiting for you."
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