I can rewind time to prevent death - Chapter 113 - 112 Look at Her Face (Part Eleven)

I came home from college expecting to deal with my emotionally unavailable father, an empty fridge, and a summer full of boredom.What I didn’t expect was to walk into the kitchen and find a barefoot, stunning woman in my dad’s shirt stirring eggs like she owned the place.Spoiler: She does.Her name is Elena, and apparently, she’s my brand-new stepmother—seven years older than me, way too cheerful, and totally off-limits.But try telling that to my brain when she’s bending over to grab orange juice or accidentally falling on top of me in the laundry room. Try telling that to my heart when she’s laughing at my jokes, defending me at dinner, or wearing my hoodie because “it smells like comfort.”My dad doesn’t see her. Not really.But I do.And that’s the problem.Now I’m stuck in a house full of tension, sarcasm, and slow-burn chaos.She’s married to my father.I’m supposed to be focusing on my future.But somehow, I’m falling for the one woman I absolutely, definitely, 100% should not be falling for.Oops.

She transmigrated into the body of a little girl from a fishing village! Her father is honest and foolishly filial, while her mother is weak and ill. Moreover, her siblings are still young children.

Her father was the best fisher in the village and breadwinner of the entire family. However, when he got injured and was on the verge of death, her cruel grandparents and uncle kicked her whole family out. They were hungry and cold with nothing but an empty house…

But that’s ok! She has a multicolored stone that can accelerate the growth of crops. She was also an expert at preparing braised meat in her previous life.

Just watch as she, an eight year-old girl, challenges the taste buds of people who lived during ancient times. With improved high-yielding crops, she’s going to become the most famous farming expert in the world!

What do you think would happen when a mean and cranky bitch was suddenly thrown into a new world with no fault of her own? At least that is what she chose to believe.

A new world where she would be dubbed as a “Villainess”.

The hardest to impress and scariest judge on the national talent search show, ‘The Dreamer’ had now transmigrated to an old historical world.

One with no internet, no cell phone and worst of all no women's rights!

A strong-willed woman who had an opinion about everything was now stuck in a land where her thoughts did not matter.

Not only did she have to live her new life, adapting and mending her ways to survive in this world but also she had to do it in the body of a mere child?

“You think that by dropping me in this backward ass world, I'm going to approve of your work?” A young Yvonne yelled as she stared at the bright morning sky.

“Dream on!” She flipped her middle finger and walked away with her head held high.

The God watching her from high up in the sky almost puked blood when he saw her disrespectful actions.

'Looks like my punishment wasn't enough!' He growled causing the clouds to darken and thunder to rumble in the skies.

Years later,

“Just be a good girl and follow everything he says. You will belong to him after all.” Said the woman who sat by her side, gently caressing her hands.

'What did this lady just say? Hmph… Yvonne St. Claire belongs to no one!'

Though her thoughts were rebellious, she still submissively nodded her head in agreement.

'Let's see who will belong to whom!' Yvonne lowered her head to hide the sparks of fury in her eyes.

Come, witness Yvonne’s journey as she strives hard to dodge the obstacles that stand in her way of leading a normal and peaceful life.

But will she be able to succeed when the heavens, particularly a certain God has different plans for her?

Is there anything as true happiness?Even a mute girl like me wonder.Once lost in my world of oblivion but now in light of the dirty secrets that played behind me.Murder like common theft and even crime, like the play of little children.who would lead the dynasty? I wonderlies after lies, hypocrisy stench like the smell of laundry making me pounder.It is no longer a mere selection but now the survival of the fittest.I have to become the heiress which I've been named either by hook or by crook, even if it means relaying on the influence of the man I've been sold toit's now time I cause havoc and disrupt the peace of many, causes the downfall of many, and place many on their toes as they try to discover who the orchestrator isBut who would ever suspect a mute?