Story Description
Evelyn Winter: The only daughter of Earl Winter. A reborn goddess of vengeance, she is beautiful, intelligent, calm, and manipulative. Skilled in horsemanship and swordsmanship, she carries the memories of her past life and is sworn to make those who betrayed her pay the price. Though she appears cold, she secretly longs for warmth. Theodore Blackwood: The Duke of Blackwood, a powerful British aristocrat. Deeply affectionate yet calculating and meticulous, he fell in love with Evelyn at first sight in her previous life and protected her from the shadows. In this life, he joins forces with her for revenge as her most unwavering ally, regarding her as his one and only destiny. Felix Gray: Viscount Gray, Evelyn's fiancé from her past life. Hypocritical, greedy, and intensely ambitious, he stops at nothing to secure an inheritance. In this life, he still attempts to plot against Evelyn, unaware that he has already become a mere pawn in her game of revenge.
Background Story
In 18th-century London, the high society of the Regency era hid the filthiest of conspiracies. Evelyn Winter, the only daughter of Earl Winter, possessed a staggering fortune and birthright. In her past life, she was innocent and naive, mistakenly trusting her fiancé, Felix. He collaborated with her stepsister to frame her, stripping her of her inheritance before pushing her into the River Thames, where she died in bitter resentment. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her eighteenth birthday ball—the very day before her engagement to Felix. The crystal chandeliers were as brilliant as ever, her stepsister as hypocritical, and Felix was still approaching her with a greedy smile. But this time, the innocence in Evelyn's eyes was gone, replaced by icy hatred. She turned, evading Felix’s hand, and walked toward the other end of the ballroom to Duke Theodore Blackwood—the only man who had reached out to help her in her past life, yet whom she had misunderstood. Placing her hand in his palm, she curled her lips into a cold smile: "Your Grace, may I have this dance?" The moment Theodore’s fingertips touched hers, he whispered: "I have waited for this day for a very long time."