Chapter 1: Still Running?

Waking up, Emma Roberts stared into a pair of eyes that filled her soul with dread.

"Aaah—"

Her pale fingers clenched the sheets tightly beneath her.

The searing pain in her body was a reminder of the past agony she endured. Was this hell? Why was she back here, back to this man, after she had already died?

Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, tormented by the man's scorching presence. Instinctively, she resisted, "Don't touch me!!!"

His movements paused momentarily, then his expression turned dark and bloodthirsty, his cold lips biting down with destructive intensity, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Emma could only mutter through her pain, "Why... why me... Logan Black... why does it have to be me..."

"Because, it can only be you."

His deep, hoarse voice echoed in her ears, binding her soul.

Hearing the same answer from her previous life, Emma fell into unconsciousness.

...

When she opened her eyes again, daylight had replaced the night outside the window.

The scent of flowers filled the air, and the warm morning sun filtered through the window, bringing a sense of calm.

However, Emma tensed up the next second.

The oppressive presence of the man permeated the room as he woke up.

His arm tightened around her waist, holding her like a pillow.

"Still running?"

The chilling voice whispered in her ear.

Driven by survival instinct, Emma nodded vigorously.

The man's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he lowered his head, kissing her lips, her chin, her neck...

The rough, hot breath buried in her neck sent constant waves of danger signals.

Emma, like a deer caught in headlights, did not dare to move.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally released her.

Emma's eyes caught a glimpse of an intimate scene.

He walked away from the bed, his half-naked body outlined by the backlight, displaying his toned frame and slim waist.

This sight lasted only a moment before he picked up his clothes and meticulously buttoned his shirt up to his collar.

Moments ago, he was as fierce as a beast, but now his handsome face was cold and detached, devoid of any warmth.

It wasn't until the door closed that Emma's taut nerves finally relaxed.

Now she could properly assess her situation.

She looked around the room, taking in the familiar yet strange surroundings, and her reflection in the dressing table mirror—

The girl in the mirror had black lipstick bitten away to a few remnants, her smoky makeup smudged by tears and sweat, her body marked with bruises and tattoos.

To evade Logan, she had deliberately made herself look grotesque and repulsive.

She had really been reborn...

The immense fear and despair almost suffocated her.

She was back to the night when Logan, in a fit of rage, had claimed her after she tried to escape!

Why...

Why did she have to return seven years ago!

Even death would be preferable to coming back here, to this man.

Because of him, she lost her love, her family, her dignity, her whole life was ruined!

Would she have to go through it all again?

No, since fate gave her a second chance, she must change everything!

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