Carla Magdalena held her stomach, which felt so painful from Ivanka's kick.

"I told you! Stay away from Bastian, he's only mine! You don't deserve Bastian! And... besides, Bastian hates you so much!!" Ivanka grinned cynically, looking at Carla, who looked like she was wincing in pain.

"Un... Uncle...!" Carla's hand reached out into the air with a weak voice, watching Bastian walk away, leaving the room further and further, without even looking back.

Carla's tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart was so hurt when Bastian entrusted Ivanka to discipline her for being too possessive of her uncle.

Bastian ignored Carla's pleas when she begged that he should be the one to discipline her, not Ivanka.

Ivanka pulled Carla's hair back, making Carla's face look up at Ivanka.

"With a clown face like that, who wouldn't be disgusted to see you! Even Bastian is fed up with seeing you! You slut!!" Ivanka stomped on Carla's hand until Carla screamed in pain.

"You bastard! Ivanka! Get your foot off!" with a weak and angry voice, Carla endured the excruciating pain in her hand.

Slap!

"You dare to swear at me! You orphan! I'll teach you a lesson! So that mouth of yours can't talk anymore!!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Ivanka repeatedly slapped Carla's face until the corner of Carla's lip bled.

Carla cried sadly, she was so stupid to love Bastian too much, who listened more to Ivanka than to her.

Her tears flowed heavily, flooding her face, her body felt so painful, and her heart was also very hurt.

She was really tired, for ten years she had liked her adoptive uncle, who was entrusted to her by her parents before they died, to take care of and protect her, replacing her parents.

Bastian Kenneth became part of Carla's family when Carla was seven years old, and Bastian was adopted by her father as her father's adoptive brother when Bastian was seventeen years old.

When Carla first entered puberty, she liked Bastian Kenneth.

At that time Carla was twelve years old, and Bastian was twenty-two years old.

When she reached the age of seventeen, she began to show her feelings openly to Bastian.

Initially, Bastian didn't hate it every time Carla clung to him and followed him wherever he went.

Until his cousin, Ivanka, entered into his and Bastian's relationship, Bastian's attitude changed towards her.

Bastian always believed what Ivanka said, and even Ivanka could freely insult Carla in front of Bastian.

"Akh!!" Carla screamed, feeling her head so painful when Ivanka jerked her to the floor violently.

Carla felt her forehead stinging, it seemed to be injured, and she felt blood flowing from the wound, making her vision begin to blur.

She felt her body getting weaker. Carla remembered that in the past few days, she had not been fed by Ivanka, because she was punished by Bastian.

Bastian locked Carla in the room because Carla embarrassed Bastian in front of his business partners.

Carla scolded Bastian's business partners for meeting for too long, so Bastian missed lunch with her.

Bastian then asked for Ivanka's help to watch Carla so she wouldn't run away.

As a result, Ivanka didn't miss the opportunity to torture Carla and create a lie to Bastian.

Ivanka said Carla didn't want to eat unless Bastian came to persuade her to eat.

Hearing what Ivanka said made Bastian even angrier. Bastian added to Carla's punishment period, and he didn't come to see Carla.

"It's useless for you to cry! Bastian won't be touched by your tears! He will never love you, ever! He only loves me, my charm has made him no longer interested in any woman! How pitiful you are! You better die! So you don't interfere with our relationship!" said Ivanka, grinning cynically.

Bukk!!

Ivanka kicked Carla's stomach hard again, causing Carla's body to fall like a sack.

"Huekk!!"

Carla vomited blood, her vision became more blurred, and her body felt weaker.

Ivanka laughed coldly at the pathetic Carla, she was so happy to see Carla dying.

"Give her that medicine!!" Ivanka said to a woman who was holding a glass of drink.

"Yes, Miss!" the woman nodded.

Carla was forced to drink the medicine Ivanka meant.

With the last of her weak strength, Carla tried to avoid the glass of drink so it wouldn't enter her mouth.

But her strength was too weak to fight the strength of the two maids, who were strong enough to hold her hands and chin. Making the drink containing poison, enter her mouth.

"Uhuk! uhuk!" Carla coughed as she finished drinking the medicine in the glass.

With the last of her strength, she tried to vomit the drink that had entered her mouth.

"Ha ha ha haa...!" Ivanka laughed happily watching Carla trying to vomit the water that had passed through her throat.

"Feel that! Die! Bastian is only mine! Only I deserve to be Mrs. Kenneth!!" Ivanka, full of satisfaction, grinned cynically at Carla, who looked in pain and was starting to die from the poison she drank.

"Uncle... I regret loving you... if there is a second life, I will not fall in love with you again... I want to live for myself... I want to enjoy my own happiness, far from you.. and find a man... who sincerely loves me for who I am, I hate you so much Uncle..." Carla muttered softly in her pain.

Her tears continued to flow, wetting her thin cheeks, enduring the excruciating pain in her body and heart.

She was really very tired, so tired!

Slowly Carla's eyes dimmed, with her blurred and almost closed eyes.

Carla saw Ivanka walking away, leaving the room, while continuing to laugh happily.

To be continued.....

Carla also felt her hearing gradually fading until she faintly heard someone shouting her name.

She felt like her ears were plugged, and eventually, she heard nothing at all.

Darkness, silence, utter stillness.

......................

"Hahh... hahh... hahh!!"

Suddenly, Carla felt a great difficulty in breathing, startling her awake.

She sat upright in her bed, her chest feeling tight as she greedily inhaled air.

Cold sweat poured from her head, trickling down her forehead.

Carla felt excruciating pain all over her body. She had just been forced to drink a liquid that flowed down her throat.

It caused her pain, burning her chest and intestines, forcing her to endure agonizing pain with a body unable to move.

Carla's eyes darted around, trying to get her bearings.

"This is... my room?" Carla muttered, looking around. "What happened? I felt like I couldn't feel anything anymore!"

Carla reached for the desk calendar on the small table beside her bed.

"Huh?? Da... date and year from the past? A... am I back from the dead??" Carla's face lit up, and she immediately got out of bed.

She ran to her vanity.

"Huh??" she exclaimed, seeing her face like a clown. "I... I'm back... I'm back again!"

Carla looked at her body and face, and the date on the calendar. She had apparently been reborn a year in the past.

When Ivanka entered into a relationship with her and her uncle, Bastian.

She remembered Ivanka pushing her into the swimming pool and accusing her of trying to get Bastian's attention by throwing herself into the pool.

Remembering this, Carla smiled coldly, because Bastian had believed Ivanka's words at that time.

Now that she was back, she would never seek Bastian's attention again.

She would let Bastian and Ivanka have their relationship until they got married.

Now, being reborn, she would change her destiny, living her own life by staying away from Bastian.

"Goodness! My face really looks like a clown because I listened to that jerk Ivanka, making me a laughingstock for everyone!" Carla looked at her face, which wore excessive makeup.

Goodness! Carla also saw the model of clothing she was wearing.

So tacky and embarrassing, truly clownish.

"I have to change my appearance. Why was I so trusting of what that jerk Ivanka suggested back then? Ck! Ck! How pathetic I was."

Carla shook her head, looking at her embarrassing appearance.

Carla then wiped the makeup off her face completely, leaving no trace.

Carla's eyes did not blink as she looked at her face in the mirror, truly very beautiful, with skin as smooth as porcelain.

"I didn't pay much attention to my face before, behind that thick makeup, because I trusted Ivanka too much," Carla muttered to herself, looking at her face in the mirror.

"She said that for a girl to attract a man, she had to dress glamorously. It turns out she wanted to hide this beautiful face of mine, so Bastian wouldn't fall in love with me," Carla muttered, examining her clear white skin.

"Huh! This time... I won't be stupid anymore! I want to have fun enjoying my life, to hell with Bastian and that jerk Ivanka. Even if you want to make out in front of my eyes, I won't be jealous anymore. I don't want to die a second time," Carla muttered, smiling at her beautiful face in the mirror.

She then rushed to see the contents of her wardrobe, "Goodness!!"

Carla was surprised to see her clothes hanging in the closet, all glamorous clothes with gaudy colors.

Carla had apparently been completely colorblind after Ivanka provoked her about choosing clothes.

Quickly, Carla grabbed each piece of clothing in her closet and threw it on the floor.

"Tina!!" Carla shouted.

"Y... yes, Miss. You're already awake from your fainting spell, Miss?" answered a maid, entering Carla's room.

But suddenly, she was shocked to look at Carla. "W... who are you?!" she asked upon seeing Carla.

"What's going on now... can't you see who I am?" Carla asked, approaching Tina.

"Hah! Y... you Miss... Miss Carla!!"

"Yes, who else lives in this room if not me?!" Carla asked fiercely to Tina, the maid who always took care of Carla's needs.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Miss. You are very beautiful, it made me forget and not recognize you!" Tina replied, feeling guilty.

"Enough! Stop acting, throw all these clothes away. Don't leave a single one in my room!!" Carla ordered sternly.

"Yes, Miss!" Tina nodded.

To be continued.....

Carla looked at her walk-in closet, which was partially empty after she threw away the tacky clothes and shoes Ivanka had chosen.

She then stared at the contents of her wardrobe, with only the clothes she had bought before Ivanka had free access to the Miller Mansion remaining.

Miller is Carla's biological father's surname, as the owner of the Mansion, and the Miller Group, which Bastian manages, replacing Carla's father after he died.

Carla took a knee-length dress with an elastic waistband.

Carla then put it on, and her appearance immediately showed a change.

She looked more beautiful and fresh, very pleasing to the eye, with her face looking clean without heavy make-up.

Carla then grabbed her small bag, after putting in the valuables she needed to go out of the Mansion.

She remembered that after she woke up from her fainting, Ivanka would come with Bastian to provoke her step-uncle.

And she at that time, would throw herself into Bastian's arms, but then Bastian would push her away roughly, after hearing Ivanka's explanation.

Ivanka said that she deliberately threw herself into the pool to frame Ivanka, so that Bastian would kick Ivanka out of the Miller Mansion.

With Ivanka's soft and sad voice, Bastian believed every word Ivanka said.

After being reborn, Carla knew what would happen in a few minutes.

Because she was determined not to be close to Bastian anymore, Carla had to leave her room before they came to see her.

She planned to find an apartment and look for a part-time job to meet her needs.

She didn't want to live under the same roof with Bastian anymore, even though she knew the Miller Mansion was her father's inheritance, but Bastian managed it.

Five years ago, since Carla's parents died, Bastian took over the responsibility of managing the Miller Group and the Miller Mansion.

Bastian was very competent in handling the Miller Group, making it grow overseas.

And, the arrangement inside the Mansion, everything was well-organized thanks to Bastian's arrangement, as the head of the family, replacing her father.

Carla considered all of Miller's wealth to be thanks to Bastian's golden hands. So, she, as the legitimate daughter of her father and the original heir to Miller's wealth, had no right to take over the Miller Group.

She was still young and didn't know anything about business, because if she tried to take everything, the Miller Group would go bankrupt in her hands.

Therefore, she would not disturb the Miller Group.

Now she wanted to find her own happiness, not wanting to be close to Bastian anymore.

"Miss... where are you going?" Tina asked, looking at Carla in surprise.

"I want to go out, don't follow me! You just stay here to answer Bastian's questions, if he asks about my whereabouts!" Carla said flatly.

What's wrong with Miss Carla? Isn't she looking forward to meeting Mr. Bastian so much? Tina thought confusedly.

"I'm leaving first, and... I might be home late!" Carla said as she walked out of her room.

"Huh? Home late? Where are you going? You never go out of the Mansion, let alone come home at night, Miss!" Tina retorted, chasing after Carla, who was walking quickly leaving the room.

Carla didn't listen to Tina, she just kept walking with a cheerful face.

She had been given a second chance, so she wouldn't waste her time chasing Bastian's love anymore.

She was still young, she still had a long journey to love someone.

Now she wanted to have fun first, enjoying her youth.

Carla heard Ivanka's voice in the corridor leading to her room, forcing her to hide to avoid Bastian and Ivanka.

After Ivanka and Bastian entered her room, she rushed out of her hiding place.

She half ran down the stairs, smiling happily, as if freed from her cage, Carla left the Mansion.

To be continued.....