Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 314

After the rain in the early morning, the sunlight broke through the clouds, casting a halo of colors through the glass.

Izabella Salotti felt a dull ache in her head, her soul slowly fusing with her body. She abruptly opened her eyes, reached for her heart first. She could hear her heartbeat. Wasn't she supposed to have burned to death in a massive fire? Why could she still feel her heartbeat, and her hands...

Her nails were perfect, they were the hands of a beauty, fair and slender, they looked a lot like her old ones, but they were definitely not hers.

Izabella sat up in bed, following her hands down. She touched her thigh, and somewhat disbelievingly pinched herself. It hurt. She wasn't dreaming. She had been dead for three years, and now she was alive again.

Izabella took a deep breath, the inhalation almost making her choke, as the surroundings were filled with a pungent smell of gas.

She quickly opened the doors and windows, following the smell to the kitchen and shut off the gas valve.

Back in her bedroom, Izabella stood before her vanity, looking at the reflection in the mirror. It wasn't her face, but it resembled her by 50% - 60%, no different from when she was alive, even slightly more attractive.

Her skin was unhealthy pale, her eyes clear and bright, her hair scattered behind her, her figure too slender, but better than her past self. At least she didn't have a stomach ailment, her hands and feet weren't maimed, and her body didn't bear the scars that couldn't be removed.

Izabella quickly glanced around the room, getting accustomed to the environment, under the bed was an empty bottle of sleeping pills. She picked it up and tossed it into the trash, then rearranged the quilt and found a phone under the pillow.

To understand someone, looking at their phone is undoubtedly the simplest method.

The moment Izabella turned on the phone and connected to the internet, all kinds of messages immediately popped up, instantly filling the entire screen.

"Why haven't you kicked the bucket yet, you bitch?"

"Mistress. Tramp."

"Are you finally about to croak? Even though the world is so vast, there's no place for you in it, so you better kick off. At least when you're dead there'll be a spot of earth to bury you."

"Bitch, how many people are fucking you, why have you no shame?"

"You wasted air while alive, wasted land when dead, and now you're wasting money while on your last legs, your ashes should be fed to the pigs."

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All the received messages were full of various kinds of insults and abuse, and these were only a part of what was visible on the screen, tens of thousands more were waiting on the other side of the internet.

Izabella felt a despair and grief she couldn't describe. She rubbed her heart, this pain originated from the original body's owner.

At the same time, fragments of memories in her mind slowly began to coalesce into faded photographs, eventually forming a film playing in her mind.