A week had passed since Kiara awakened in a real body. When Kiara opened her eyes, she looked every day in this unfamiliar room, burning with fever. Only one maid had cared enough to watch over this body - Elara Larousse's body, which was now hers.

This reminded her of her previous life, to the person she was, there was no one in her house to take care of her, but when she became CEO, every servant showed their affection to her, of course, she knew that those smiles and cares were fake. But that maid who took her after her reincarnation was the only one for her. 

Looking in the mirror. Kiara studied her reflections. Her fair white skin, long dark hair, and crimson eyes, her lips were smooth and tender, giving her a cold or mysterious look. She felt that this body was taller than in her previous life. She was a beautiful, grown lady. Her eyes were as beautiful as bloody moons had. 

Old Elara's memories still linger in her mind, but Kiara was always the kind of girl who controlled herself, in here, she wasn't about to let anyone mistreat her. Not by mere maids of this unknown place. 

 Kiara was going to change that fate, a cruel fate that old Elara lived. Sitting in a nearby chair, Kiara looked around the empty room. The maid was gone, and despite being a noble, she was doing her servants' work. 

Of course, I always do this kind of thing in the back. Kiara thought she accepted her reality, but she didn't stop calling herself Kiara Kim back from Korea. 

 She checked everything in the room, the wardrobe with luxurious attire, jewellery strewn across like it was nothing, Kiara knew that it doesn't matter how their parents love them or not, but showing outside the world its most important things. 

 "Just how rich was this Larousse family?" 

Looking at our life, it is evident that only our luck was bad. Otherwise, both of us were born with a silver spoon. She thought, why didn't she change herself, her life, if she would change that, she wouldn't suffer that much. 

As her short-time fever was gone, she tried to look around the place, she was gathering information about this new world and confined herself in a room. From the fragments of Elara's memories, she recalled how the maids treated her, and in her fourth life, she began to be rebellious, and she tormented Duke estates staff she had aggressively. "Where's that maid? I need newspapers," she left the room, looking for the maid who was in her room.

 Kiara stepped into the hallway, the long, clean corridor and the corridors next side were servant's quarters. Talk about things getting bad or worse. The last thing Kiara, who was now Elara, remembered was those mansion servants were hostile against Elara. As the Kiara stepped into servants' quarters, the whispering of maids grew. 

 "Look who finally decided to show her face," one whispered, not bothering to lower her voice.

 Kiara, paying them attention, steps forward to the room where the maids are eating. She ignored them, some maids were afraid of her and hid behind other maids. They were thought if she heard them, they were dead meat today. But this time was changed, Kiara was not like that, she was as strong as she treated those who dared to talk back to her as if they didn't exist in the world. And that happened this time, too.

Everyone was shocked that Duke's spoiled brat didn't harass them this time. Kiara shook her head just how was she supposed to deal with this kind of life?

The two maids stood frozen near the dining room, inside the room, something was going on, and they were hesitant to enter the room. Their body was trembling. And a sudden voice came to the room, a plate clatter like someone intentionally doing that thing. She realised they were looking at someone who bullied another maid. As she closed the doorway, both maids immediately removed Kiara's sight, as if she was hungry and she'd eat them right away. 

Some high-ranking maids splatted food on maids and acted like they were innocents. Kiara, who was searching for her personal maid watching them, stood in the doorway. She didn't do anything about what the maids were doing to that maid. She silently looked here and there to the maid. The room fell silent as the sound of plates cluttered in the ground a second time, and one of the maids said.

"Oops!" A Maid said. "I didn't see you, Yura, you were sitting here." a maid said with fake innocence.

They were splatted the food was none other than who Kiara had been searching her an hours in a palace. They had deliberately dropped food on Elara's maid, who had been the only one to take care of her during Kiara's fever. She sat there trembling, unable to defend herself.

Kiara noticed that the maid she was searching for was bullying her here at lunchtime. But she she didn't want to be involved with any of them, she held back and thought something that she did not get involved and the matter was solved. And she smirked, stepped inside, and said. "Has someone seen my maid? I needed to bathe, but I didn't see her in the morning," she said, her tone louder than her usual. "Some maid said she'll be in the dining room..."

 The maids exchanged uncertain glances, their wide eyes filled with disbelief as they heard and saw Kiara. This wasn't the voice they had heard before from her arrogant master.

Slowly, cautiously, Kiara stepped forward to them, their movements deliberate and hesitant, as the thought came to their mind that a wild beast was coming to them and she might attack them for what they were doing to her maid. Trembling, those maids stood in the place. 

"How careless of me," Kiara added, trying to sound like Old Elara but not harsh to them. "I didn't see you sitting on here." 

 The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the steady drip of water onto marble floors.

 The red-haired, taller maid started speaking, "My lady—" outrage warring with fear in her voice.

 "Yura." Kiara cut through the tension like a blade. "Come with me." 

If the old Elara was here, she might have slapped them, in her fourth life, she only changed her tone and treated maids to harass those who bullied her in her past lives. But today was different, and she was not old Elara. She didn't have the energy to argue with them.

 Once they were safely away from prying eyes, Kiara turned to her, and she looked at those bruises that had in Yura's body. The hot food splatted on her, and her body got marked. "Has this been happening all along?"

 "My lady, I—" She hesitated, then nodded. 

 Her common birth made her an easy target for those who carried noble blood in their veins, even if they, too, served as maids. But unaware of that in her blood, she had high raking nobles blood. She didn't say anything to them, and she just endured the pain for her master.

 "If anyone harasses you again, you will tell me immediately."

 The words carried the weight of a command, tempered. She noticed that Yura was trembling in fear, Kiara patted her head to cheer her. "Thank you." she softly said. 

 "Bring me old newspapers," [but before go changed your cloaths] Kiara said, watching as she hurried away with renewed purpose in her step. As Elara made her way back to her chambers, she pondered the hateful looks that seemed to follow her throughout the palace.

 'What had Elara done to earn such universal disdain?" "What role had you played in this drama to be cast as the villain?'

 "Your life, Elara," I promised myself,

 "I will rewrite it entirely."

 The weight of the task ahead settled around her shoulders like a mantle. This was more than just survival now—it was about redemption, revolution, and the rewriting of a story that had gone wrong three times before. This time, the ending would be different.