Peter Kingsley looked utterly aggrieved.

“Grandpa, the one I love is Yvonne! Even if it kills me, I’ll never marry her!”

Mr. Arthur frowned.

“Miss Tessa said she can help resolve the witch curse. There’s no need for marriage.”

Peter clearly didn’t believe a word. He looked at me and suddenly sneered.

“So now you’re playing hard to get? Don’t disgust me.”

“In our last life, you were nothing more than a pathetic lackey, Tessa. Completely despicable.”

“Stay away from me. Yvonne doesn’t like me touching other women.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang. He picked it up, and in an instant, his expression softened.

“Yvonne? What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well? I’ll be right there.”

As soon as he left, I quietly plucked a strand of hair that had fallen on his shoulder.

“Peter, everything that happened in the last life, you brought it on yourself. Don’t blame me for being ruthless this time.”

What I didn’t know then was that Peter had also been reborn.

But it didn’t matter. As long as I burned his hair in the Kingsley Family’s ancestral tomb, their lineage would never recover.

Although Mr. Arthur treated me as an honored guest, the servants in the villa looked down on me. One even poured scalding water toward me on purpose.

At that moment, a sharp male voice rang from the doorway.

“Miss Tessa is a guest of the Kingsley Family. Is this how you treat her?”

I looked up and met a pair of fiery, penetrating eyes.

It was him.

Charles Xavier.

Peter’s best friend. In my past life, when I was buried alive and barely breathing, it was Charles who had gone mad, digging through the grave with his bare hands to save me.

He had come to find Peter, but upon seeing he wasn’t home, he turned to leave.

Before walking out, he paused and said:

“Tessa, if you ever feel wronged here, come find me.”

Those words pierced something in my heart. I held on to them quietly.

That night, as I lay half-asleep, faint sobbing stirred me awake.

“Peter... slower…”

I sat up, instantly alert. That voice, I knew it all too well.

In my last life, after I got pregnant, Peter brought Yvonne Shelton into our home without shame and openly humiliated me. He even enacted a live erotic scene right in front of me.

And now, through the window, I saw them again Peter and Yvonne, entangled in the courtyard.

My heart chilled.

Peter came from three generations of wealth and power. He was always refined and obsessive about propriety, yet he willingly desecrated his family courtyard for lust.

Yvonne’s cheeks were flushed as she leaned coyly into him.

“Peter, what if your wife, the one who’s supposed to ward off evil spirits, sees us?”

As if expecting me, Peter turned his head. Our eyes met.

He had planned this. He wanted me to see. He wanted me to suffer.

“Yvonne,” he said solemnly, “you are the only one I’ll ever love.”

“I’d rather sneak around with you in the courtyard than ever touch her.”

“Since she dares to live under the Kingsley roof, she should be prepared to live like a widow forever.”

Yvonne giggled softly, pressing herself against his chest.

“Peter, you’re too sweet.”

Peter held her with tenderness, but his eyes were filled with nothing but contempt as they met mine.

In the past, seeing the two of them together shattered me. I collapsed emotionally, spiraling into despair.

But now, I felt nothing.

No love, no pain, only a cold detachment.

Just as I was about to close the window, a hand reached out and stopped me.

“Miss Tessa is my guest. I dare anyone to touch her!”

Peter sneered.

“Unbelievable. You can even tolerate this?”

“Just to marry me, you’re willing to endure any humiliation.”

“Even if you used tricks to get pregnant again, I have ways to make both you and your child suffer miserable fates.”

As his mocking words fell, I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palms.

In my past life, when I’d begged him in tears to spare our unborn child, he’d turned away coldly. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive was something I would never forget.

Peter watched me now with interest, eagerly waiting to see me collapse in tears or rage.

But I didn’t give him the satisfaction.

Instead, I calmly picked up my phone from the table and began recording the scene unfolding in the courtyard, he and Yvonne, still tangled in their illicit embrace.

“The crown prince of London’s elite, sneaking out to meet his lover in the middle of the night and doing this in the family courtyard. If word gets out, what will happen to the Kingsley Family’s reputation?”

You like putting on a show? Let me help you take center stage.

Yvonne panicked, covering her face and burying herself in Peter’s arms.

Enraged and humiliated, Peter lunged forward to snatch the phone from my hand.

“Tessa! Don’t go too far!”

But I had already stopped recording and backed away, calm and unshaken.

“Sorry. I woke up and heard strange noises outside. I thought there was a thief.”

With that, I closed and locked the window.

The room was on the first floor, just steps from the courtyard, but Peter didn’t dare make a scene.

He carried Yvonne away, throwing one last remark at me through the window.

“Tessa, I don’t love you.”

“Even if I die in this lifetime, I will never marry you.”

Watching his retreating back, I felt nothing but indifference.

The next morning, Mr. Arthur left on a business trip. I took the chance to visit the Kingsley family’s ancestral grave and fix its energy flow.

But just as I stepped outside, Peter blocked my path. His face was stormy, his tone simmering with rage.

“Where are you going?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Is that your concern?”

Without answering, he slammed the door shut behind me.

“Tessa, I never thought you’d stoop this low. So malicious.”

I laughed bitterly.

He had flaunted Yvonne in front of me, taunting and humiliating me. And now I was the villain?

“Last night, Yvonne’s private photos showed up on several auction sites. They were being bid on.”

“Tessa, you’re a woman too. Is this your idea of revenge? You’re disgusting.”

“But don’t think ruining Yvonne’s name will make you a Kingsley.”

I turned toward Yvonne, who was trembling behind him, hiding like a frightened rabbit.

“I wasn’t the one who leaked those photos.”

“And I have no interest in marrying you, Peter. I don't need to stoop to such tactics.”

“If you don’t believe me, you can trace the IP address. With your status, it should be easy.”

Peter faltered, his brows furrowing. My calm expression didn’t look like I was lying.

He was suddenly unsure, something didn’t feel right.

That’s when Yvonne piped up softly, tugging at his sleeve.

“Peter, let it go. You’ve already taken the photos down...”

“It’s probably my fault. I upset Tessa... I can understand if she needed to vent.”

On the surface, she seemed to be smoothing things over. But her words painted me as a petty, vindictive woman and herself as the tolerant, gentle victim.

Peter’s expression darkened further.

“You’re just relying on my grandfather’s trust in your birth chart. That’s the only reason you dare to bully Yvonne so brazenly.”

I stared straight into his eyes.

“Everything requires a proof. If you can prove that I’m the one who did it, I’ll kneel and apologize to Yvonne without a word.”

After speaking, I walked out of the Kingsley household. But before I had gone far, a group of thugs dragged me into a dark alley.

The man leading them raised his hand and slapped me across the face, a lecherous look in his eyes.

“Bitch, someone paid us to have a little fun with you!”

The group closed in, trying to rip my clothes. But I wasn’t the least bit afraid.

Because in the very next second, Charles rushed in and kicked them aside without hesitation. He hurriedly helped me up.

“Tessa, are you okay?”

When I saw how sincere he looked, I suddenly felt a little guilty for using hi When I saw how sincere he looked, I suddenly felt a little guilty for using him.

I covered the swollen side of my face and slowly shook my head.

“I’m fine.”

After this morning’s scandal with the private photos, I knew Peter would try to retaliate on Yvonne’s behalf, so I had already sent Charles a message, asking him to come save me.

At first, he didn’t believe Peter would resort to such despicable methods. But now, having witnessed what nearly happened with his own eyes, his face darkened.

“Tessa, I’ll take these men to the police station right now. I swear, I’ll get you justice!”

I looked up at him, gratitude filling my heart.

“Thank you, Charles.”

After giving my statement at the police station, I took the opportunity to visit the Kingsley Family’s ancestral tomb. The moment I placed Peter’s hair into the grave, thunder roared across the sky and a torrential storm broke out.

Within three days, the Kingsley Family would be ruined. Its home shattered, its people broken!

I returned to the villa to pack my things. It was time for me to leave.

When Peter saw me in disheveled clothing, he assumed his plan had succeeded.

“Tessa, don’t blame me.”

“My grandfather is too stubborn. The only way to kill his desire to have you marry into the family was to ruin your reputation.”

As he finished speaking, Yvonne appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in an exquisite wedding gown.

“Tessa, Peter has already booked the hotel and picked out my dress. In three days, we’ll be married.”

When Mr. Arthur heard that I had been assaulted, he didn’t punish Peter. Instead, he tried to persuade me to stay.

“Tessa, even if Peter marries Yvonne, you can remain here at the Kingsley household. I promise you won’t be mistreated.”

I knew full well he still valued me only for my fate my supposed ability to ward off misfortune. He wasn’t going to let me go.

Peter hesitated for a moment, then added, “You can stay on as a servant. As long as you serve Yvonne well, I’ll make sure you never want for food or shelter.”

They weren’t willing to treat me well, yet they still didn’t want to let me leave? They really thought they could have everything their way.

Just then, Charles slowly walked into the Kingsley household.

Peter looked surprised.

“What are you doing here so late?”

Charles glanced at me, suppressing a smile.

“I’ve come to take my fiancée home.”

Peter looked completely bewildered, “Your fiancée? Who?”

Charles walked over to me and gently extended his hand.

“Tessa, let’s go.”

Peter suddenly yanked him aside, “What did you just say?!”