Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.

But fate doesn't follow orders.

Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.

A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.

She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.

But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. 

She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.

They told her different names.

A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”

Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”

A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”

Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”

The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.

Lara Norse Kromwel.
Daughter of General Odin Norse.
Empress of the First Empire.

But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.
“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress?  You are my woman.  You can only be mine!"

Scarlet sat beside Galaxy Films producer Victor Delora, her eyes locked on the woman standing beneath the spotlight.


How could someone stand with such effortless grace?


Lara wore nothing extravagant. Her gown was simple, almost understated, yet it only made her beauty more striking. She carried herself with the quiet dignity of a queen, drawing every eye in the hall without even trying.


Victor noticed where her attention lingered.


Scarlet's lips curved into a faint smile that never reached her eyes.


"Yes. She's the girl who was in General Leonard Norse's car accident a year ago." There was a hint of disdain in her voice. "She was in a coma for months. When she woke up, the Norse family accepted her as their goddaughter."


Victor gave a thoughtful hum before turning to Scarlet.


Chapter 281 - Jealous Women