Revenge After Death

“Who are you?” I spoke indifferently and pretended to be aloof.

Ann’s expression shifted slightly, displaying clear annoyance toward me.

But she quickly laughed it off. “Huh, I heard that Mr. Lincoln Senior is sick. Now it’s just you and that dimwit left in the Lincoln family. Poor you.”

I didn’t even bother looking at her. Compared to Yasmin, I thought Ann was too young

Yasmin had that kind of clusive charm, but Ann wore her had intentions on her sleeve.

A barking dog seldom bites. Yasmin’s rank was much higher than Ann’s.

Now that I wasn’t even afraid of Yasmin, why would I fear this spoiled brat, Ann?

“What’s with your attitude? Just because you’re older than me, you think you’re somebody?” Anni angrily blocked my path. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I knew Ann was originally supposed to marry into the Lincoln family.

However, because Ann had been delicate and sickly since childhood and was pampered by the Larson family, they didn’t want to push her into a difficult situation.

So, they let Stephany marry in her place.

They had no idea that the lunatics in the Lincoln family didn’t care about Stephany’s well–being at all.

Stephany should have resisted on her first day of marriage into the Lincoln family, which is why she ingested too many drugs and died on her so–called wedding night, leading to me waking up in her

body.

“Stephany, now that you’ve become Mrs. Lincoln, you think you’re something, huh? How does it feel to be married to a dimwit?” Ann continued to provoke with a smile.

“Move aside!” I said firmly, making her step aside.

Ann laughed. “Why should I move aside? This is my home…”

She wanted to say this was her home..

From Stephany’s memories, I could sense her jealousy and hatred toward Ann.

Stephany resented Ann for stealing the parental love that should have belonged to her.

But because her life had been swapped, she wasn’t found until she was 18 and returned to the Larson family.

18 years of poverty had left Stephany lacking in confidence. Even though she was naturally beautiful, she was buried under feelings of inferiority.

Stephany originally had a boyfriend, a very outstanding rich boy, who was also snatched away by Ann.

She practically took everything from Stephany. The thing she said most was, “This is my home, who are you to live here?”

Stephany’s character was too timid. I couldn’t help but laugh, realizing there was someone in this world even more miserable than me. It’s no wonder I was reincarnated into her body.

But my personality wasn’t naturally timid. It was shaped by circumstances. Losing my parents at 18 and being dependent on others made me become more patient over time.

“Your home?” I looked at Ann. “Isn’t this the Larson residence?”

Ann was taken aback. She looked at me suspiciously, apparently not expecting me to have changed so

much.

Fortunately, now that I had married into the Lincoln family, even if I were to become arrogant, I would have a reputation to back it up.

“What do you mean?” Ann frowned, asking me.

I slapped Ann across the face. “Since this is the Larson residence, you better follow the rules.

Ann looked at me in shock, seemingly unable to believe that I had slapped her.

“I’m the real deal in the Lincoln family, the true bloodline heir. What are you? Just a misplaced clown. Living in the Lincoln family is a favor I bestowed upon you, got it?” I warned Ann, pointing my finger

at her.

It took her a long time to react and then she went crazy and wanted to hit me.

“If you have the guts, go ahead and hit me,” I sneered. “I’m carrying the Lincoln family’s only hope.

“If anything goes wrong, not only will the Larson family hold you accountable, but… Dad won’t spare you either.”