The day the police called to say they could not catch the bastard who scammed her, she cried her eyes out.

This f*cking world!

She remembered hurling every curse she could think of in her heart, filled with resentment. She resented everything. Then a drunk driver ran her over.

The car came so fast that she had no time to dodge. Thud, the moment it hit her, she felt like her entire body would shatter, and the world went dark.

When she opened her eyes, she was in a new world.

Come to think of it, she might have prayed to God when she died. She asked whether He did not pity her for meeting such a miserable death at the very end. She asked to be born somewhere wealthy in her next life.

Yet the place where she opened her eyes was a noble estate?!

Was this a dream? Maybe someone wanted her to have a sweet dream right before she died.

She pinched her cheek. She expected to wake up from the dream immediately, but she did not. Nothing in the world before her eyes changed. That proved it was reality.

Did God grant her wish?

Wait, then what was that earlier incident where she slept with a man? Her body still carried a sensation that felt like a dream but did not feel like one. Could that dream have been real too?

Then why was she lying in a place like this?

Her body felt heavy. As she anxiously looked around, a middle-aged woman who seemed to be her mother gently stroked her hair.

“You groaned in pain for three whole days. Is your body all right?”

Only then did she understand why her body felt sore. It seemed her body felt heavy because she was sick.

Ah. So that really was a dream.

She never wished to have s*x with a man before dying, so why did she have a dream like that? The thought puzzled her, but she decided not to dwell on it.

A ridiculous dream like that was not important. She needed to coolly analyze the situation currently before her.

If this was possession rather than a dream, where did the real Annette go? They said she was ill for three days. Did she die in the meantime?

She often read possession novels, so she did not feel much resistance to accepting her current circumstances. Still, guilt pricked at her when she saw the middle-aged couple gazing at her tenderly. Her eyes naturally lowered.

I am not your daughter.

She wanted to tell them the truth, but they would not believe her even if she spoke through Annette’s body. They would ask if she was ill and say she lost her memories.

Wait…. Could she pretend she lost her memories and live like this?

The woman lost in thought gradually tried to reach a conclusion that favored her.

Which life would she choose, her previous life where she lost all her money, or her current life where she was born a noble?

There was no need to deliberate. Of course, she chose life as a noble. Besides, did she not even have living parents here?

For the time being, living as Annette did not seem so bad.

“I have no memories of before. Am I really Annette?”

First, she needed to act like she lost her memories so they would not find her suspicious.

“Oh my. Your fever did not go down for three days, so it seems something went wrong with your memory. You are Annette, the only daughter of Count Bathurst’s family and our daughter.”

The count and countess smiled sadly.

She asked no further questions. If she looked like she understood without being told, she thought she could vaguely smooth over the situation.

Should she call that fortunate?

Wearing a puzzled expression, Annette immediately rose from the bed and stood before the mirror.

Light blond hair and a gloomy face….

She rested a hand on her chin and examined her face with narrowed eyes. The hair covering her eyes bothered her.

She looked somewhat sinister for a noblewoman. Her hair was silky, while the dress she wore also looked expensive, so she did seem to be a noble lady. Still, why did she feel so strange?

“Young lady, you are so shy that you cannot bear to show your eyes. Even though you are this beautiful.”

As Annette continued staring at her face with a puzzled look, the maid beside her swept back the hair concealing Annette’s face.

The beautiful face hidden beneath it was revealed.

Clear, translucent eyes like those of a fawn, a high nose, cherry-like lips…. Every feature fit perfectly within her small face, and such nobility flowed from her appearance that she could not look away.

She was this beautiful, so why did she dress herself so gloomily?

Her style looked old-fashioned and crude enough that no one would be surprised if she called herself a curse-casting witch. It was supposedly sleepwear, but was the atmosphere not far too strange?

If she went outside dressed like this, no one would think she was a noble lady. It would even be understandable if people cautiously avoided her. Just as the strange thought occurred to her…

Grooowl. A loud sound echoed through the room. Count Bathurst and his wife burst into laughter.

“You must be very hungry. Bring her a meal quickly.”

“Yes, sir.”

The count and countess left the room first, telling her to eat comfortably. Afterward, the maids bowed politely and withdrew. A short while later, they returned carrying plates laden with food. They carefully set the dishes on the table one by one.

Starting with soft bread, there was salad, soup, and even meat that looked like steak…. Annette licked her lips and cautiously glanced around.

“Can I eat all of this?”

“Of course, it is all yours, young lady. Please speak comfortably. Why are you suddenly acting like this?”

She was tense, but the moment she saw the maids’ fresh smiles, the strength drained from her.

Oh, right. She was a noble now, so why did she speak so formally?

Realizing she misspoke, Annette pressed her lips shut and looked at the food. Everything looked delicious, leaving her unsure what to eat first. Then she picked up a spoon and tasted the soup. Perhaps because the mushrooms were finely pureed, it slid smoothly down her throat.

A noble lady really was different.

The seasoning was somewhat mild, but it was delicious. Annette was so hungry that she wolfed down the rest of the food as well. It tasted as refined and flavorful as it looked.

Then she realized she forgot the dignity of a noblewoman and ate without any refinement. Worried the maids might find her strange, she carefully watched their reactions.

Contrary to her expectations, they showed no particular reaction. Since they were not surprised, was the original Annette simply uncultured?

The question arose, but Annette soon finished the rest of her meal. Filling her hunger came first.

“Ah, I’m full!”

Feeling satisfied, Annette sat on the bed. She wanted to lie down, but her stomach was so swollen that she thought she would not be able to breathe comfortably.

As she patted her belly, round like a tadpole’s, the maid smiled and spoke.

“Would you like to go shopping?”

Could she? She wanted to, but….

She stole a glance at the maid. Seeing her gentle smile, Annette felt there was no need to watch herself.

“Uh….”

Still feeling awkward, she gave a brief answer. The maids immediately approached Annette. They led her to the bathroom, washed her body, then began to dress her up.

She thought showing her n*ked body to someone else would feel uncomfortable and awkward, but those feelings quickly disappeared once the maids began washing her.

The life of a noble was this comfortable!

She felt so blissful that she wanted to live like this forever.

“Which dress would you like to wear?”