A smile appeared on her face as she waited for the pain.

THUD!

As her body collided with the ground, Amira suddenly gasped and woke up from the bed.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and stared at her hands in disbelief.

She clearly died from the fall and could still feel some lingering pain in her bones. How could she be completely fine now?.

Wait a minute.

She looked around and found that the room looked familiar. The old bookshelf, the broken window, the old bedbug-infested bed—this was her home in the small village where she lived with her grandpa.

She quickly ran out of the room, not caring if she was dreaming or not. She went to the sitting room, but her grandpa wasn't there.

“Amira, you finally woke up.” Sima said while smiling at her sweetly.

Amira found the smile really creepy, as this aunt never liked her, nor does she care if she dies from starvation.

She ignores her aunt and walks up to the calendar on the wall.

“Umm, Aunt Sima, what is today's date?” She asked.

“What! Has your grandpa's death made you lose your mind?” It's just three days after your grandpa's death,” she asked with a sarcastic tone.

Three days after grandpa's death?

How is this possible?

Grandpa died in 2015, when I was just eighteen years old.

This means I came from seven years ago, in 2022.

God must have seen all my suffering and given me another chance to live my best life.

“What is wrong with her?” Edward asked his wife as soon as he saw Amira's weird behavior.

“I don't know; she is acting weird,” she replied without bothering to raise her head.

Their discussion brought Amira back from her thoughts.

“Mom, she is leaving tomorrow, right?” Lisa asked.

"Yes, sweetie, her father is coming to take her back to the city, Sima replied to her daughter.

“I want her room, dad,” Lisa said while looking at her dad.

“In your dreams,” Amira replied before her uncle.

“What do you mean by that? Your grandpa died, and you are going back to the city to live with your family. Do you expect us to continue paying rent for our little apartment and leave this house empty?” Sima said it angrily while glaring at Amira.

“Someone that hears you now will think you actually killed your father-in-law,” Amira sneered.

“What has gotten into you? Is that how you talk to your elders?” Edward asked with anger evident in his tone.

“I was just stating my observations and nothing more,” she replied without even raising her head.

She turns and heads back to her room. The couple share a puzzled look.

“Did you notice the coldness in her eyes?”

She used to be so easy to manipulate and gullible, but now she seems like a totally different person,” Sima said with a puzzled expression.

“She is leaving tomorrow, and that is all that matters,” Edward said without much expression on his face.

The next morning, as early as 7 a.m., Amira was awakened by the sounds of knocking on her room door.

“What took you so long to open the door?” Sima asked angrily as soon as the door was opened.

“I don't remember asking you to wake me,” Amira replied impatiently.

“Am I not doing this for your own good? I know you don't have any presentable clothes, so I brought one of Lisa's gowns for you to wear, and you are being ungrateful." Sima said as she threw the dress at her angrily and walked away.

Two hours later, Amira walked down the stairs with a little suitcase. She takes her grandpa's photo frame from the sitting room cabinet and walks out the door.

“Please drive carefully; our Mira gets scared easily,” Sima said while sharing a few crocodile tears.

“I will miss my sister so much,” Lisa said, joining her mother's drama.

“Don't you feel ashamed of yourself; even a blind man can tell that you are pretending,” Amira said with a sneer and got into the car.

As soon as the car left her grandpa's compound, she could feel the driver's eyes on her, but she acted like she didn't notice.

She remembers him very well. He was the same driver who also came to pick her up in her previous life. One of her stepmother's loyal servants.

The driver suddenly changes routes and takes a lonely and secluded road. In her previous life, this was the same road where she was kidnapped and almost raped.

The driver slowed down and continually checked his phone as if he were waiting for a signal.

“What…what are you doing, Miss?” the driver asked in fear as Amira suddenly placed a fruit knife on his neck.

“Start talking!” Amira ordered while pressing the knife on his neck, which caused him to start bleeding.

“I don't understand what you mean,” the driver replied with fear in his eyes.

“I can kill you right now, and no one will suspect a thing. So you better start talking, "she threatened.

“It was madam who asked me to take you here and wait for a signal from the people she hired. I don't know anything else,” he said with a fearful and pleading voice.

“It seems like my stepmother never intended to welcome me." She chuckled.

“I can turn the car around and take you home. Please just put the knife down,” the driver pleaded.

“There is no guarantee that you won't report to my stepmother if I let you go, so...” She immediately slits throat and watched coldly until he took his last breath.

She gets out of the car and takes her suitcase from the booth. She started walking back to the original road.

Suddenly, several sounds of gunshots rang out on the quiet road. Amira follows the sound to see what is going on. She is shocked when she sees several armed men continually shooting at a car with tinted windows. They seem to be more focused on the driver's side. They stopped when they were sure that the victim wouldn't survive.

As soon as they left, she walked up to the car, a Mercedes-Benz C300. She finds a stone to break the driver's side window. The driver, with more than ten bullet holes in his body, came into view. He was clearly dead already, as no one can survive after being shot several times, with some of the bullets hitting some vital parts.

While still observing the driver's condition, she suddenly felt chills run down her spine, and she raised her head to look at the back seat, only to meet a pair of cold blue eyes staring at her wearily.

"Hello, sir,” she said, trying to speak to him. She could tell he was injured just by looking at his unusually pale face and the cold beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Sir, I can help you,” she said as she opened the back door to check on his injury.

“What are you doing?!” she asked as she dodged his attack and immediately held him down. She easily subdued him because he was injured.

“I want to help you, sir,” she said, but he quickly moved his body to the other side to protect something that was covered up on the car seat.

"Sir, you can trust me; I promise to help you,” she pleaded softly, and the man turned his face towards her. They locked eyes for a few seconds before he finally moved closer to her without any hostility.

“Please move closer so I can have a better view.” She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved closer, making the thing he was protecting visible.

“Is the baby okay?” she asked, quickly making her way to the other side of the car and opening the door to check on the baby.

“I think he is fine.” She is startled by the deep voice and raises her head to look at the man.

After checking the baby and making sure that he was just sleeping, she helped the man to lean on the seat properly, then took off his shirt to check his injuries.

“The first-aid box is in the booth,” he said weakly. She immediately gets out of the car to get it from the booth.

She skillfully took out the bullets from his back and shoulder. She was surprised that he was shot only twice while the driver was shot several times.

“I am the one they are after; I was supposed to drive, but the baby kept crying and refused for anyone to touch him, so I had no choice but to call one of my company's drivers to take me home,” he explained while leaning weakly on the couch.

“Sir, how..” She was interrupted by the ringing of a phone, probably the man's own. The ringing seemed to have startled the baby, and he started crying. It is a miracle that he didn't wake up during the shootout.

Amira moved closer to the baby and lifted him off the seat into her hands. She observed the baby's features and noticed that he didn't have any resemblance to the man.

“Seb, the car's GPS is on.” He could only say this before he rested weakly on the seat.

He turned to Amira, took off the amulet he was wearing on his neck, and handed it to her. Then he passed out due to exhaustion.

Half an hour later, she heard the sounds of moving vehicles and immediately became alert. She looked through the window and saw five black SUVs stopping behind the car they were in.

A young man, probably in his late twenties, came down and knocked on our car window.

When he saw that no one was answering, he gestured to one of his companions to break the window. Amira became flustered, as the glass shards could injure her if the window was broken.

She immediately lowered the glass, and the people outside had shocked looks on their faces when they saw her. When they saw the baby in her arms, they immediately became alert.

“Ummm, he gave me this.” She immediately spoke up and showed them the amulet. As soon as they saw it, they all became at ease.

“We are here to help, so you can open the door now,” the first man said.

She nodded and unlocked the doors. They immediately opened the door and carried the injured man out, while I followed them with the baby in my arms.

“Clean the place up and take the driver's body to his people. Ensure he is given a proper funeral. Tell them that Boss will come and pay his respect soon,” he told the men before entering the same car we were in.

After an hour of speeding, the car slowed down, and she looked out of the window curiously. Her eyes immediately became watery when she saw the name of the hospital. She had a lot of memories of this place.

SPRINGFIELD HOSPITAL.

The place where she spent all her time working hard to impress the man she thought loved her. The same man made her live a miserable life, which led to her suicide.

“Are you okay?” the man who came to pick them up asked.

“I am fine, sir,” she replied, then turned to look at the side mirror and saw her tear-stained face.

She must have cried subconsciously.

“I am really okay; I just remembered something sad,” she explained awkwardly while wiping her tears.

The injured man was taken to the emergency room, and they had to wait outside.

“What is your motive?” the man suddenly asked.

“I don't understand what you mean, sir,” she replied without showing any expression on her face.

“I am asking what your motive is for getting close to the boss.” He repeated it with a domineering tone. I was probably expecting her to cower in fear.

“If you are trying to intimidate me, I am sorry to disappoint you, sir, but it isn't working,” she said with a chuckle at the end.

“So, you are telling me that you just happened to be in that area at the time and that it was just all a big coincidence?” he asked again, not believing her.

“I just happened to escape from death and bump into them,” she said while maintaining eye contact with him.

“What do you mean by escaped death?” he asked again.

“You would make a good prosecutor, you know?” She smirked at him.

“Just answer the damned question, '' he said. Probably losing his patience.

I wonder why he was so worked up. She thought.

“I was supposed to come to the city to reunite with my father, but the driver took that route because he was ordered by my stepmom to kill me, but I figured it out and killed him instead. End of story,” she said while smiling at him as if they were talking about the weather.

He brought out his phone and made a call to the people he left to clean up the scene.

"Carl, check around the area; get back to me if you see any car with a dead man in them,” he said while looking at her suspiciously.

“If I find out that you lied, you will be tortured until you tell the truth,” he said menacingly.

He takes the baby from her arms, then turns towards the bodyguards.

“Lock her up in the empty room on the top floor and make sure she doesn't escape,” he ordered, and the men immediately dragged her into the elevator.