《The Reincarnation of Scarlett》 Chapter 1 Scarlett blinked. "What did you say, Crown Prince?" "I said that I don''t want us to be near each other when school starts in the spring. I''m planning on breaking off our engagement," he replied. Scarlett didn''t register the last part. Her head was pounding and she felt faint. Her ears were ringing sharply. Something was wrong. The room began to spin around her. Scarlett promptly fainted on the couch as the tea spilled from her limp hands onto her dress. The Crown Prince leapt up in alarm. As darkness overtook her, Scarlett''s last thought was that something wasn''t right. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª When Scarlett awoke, she found herself floating in an endless abyss. She had no physical form - she was the air itself, drifting without anchors. Before she could wonder where she was or what had happened, memories unlike her own began to surface. She saw another life unfold - a girl named Alison, abandoned by her mother on the streets at age 12. Weeks later, she was taken in on that same street by a couple who at first seemed kind, but hid darkness within. From 12 to 15, Alison suffered abuse at the hands of her adoptive father, who gave her unwanted late night ¡°visits¡±. Her mother, initially sweet, grew cruel as she learned the truth but did nothing to stop it. Alison found the strength to leave once in high school, when a teacher reported her parents'' crimes. She was placed in foster care, enduring pity from all. Pity she did not want. At 16, determined to be successful, Alison took up Muay Thai and aimed for law school. She worked tirelessly, even falling in love at 17 with a boy she thought would be her future. But how wrong she was. Accepted to Harvard at 19, the same year she suffered her first and last heartbreak - walking in on her boyfriend in her own bed with a close friend. She screamed curses and kicked them out in while they were naked. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. That night, after crying herself to exhaustion and replaying her favorite comforting game, Alison swallowed a handful of sleeping pills and never woke again. Scarlett felt crushed by Alison''s tragic end. How could such a tragic demise befall her? Had she genuinely intended to end her own life? To what end? For a pitiful young man with an utterly average penis? It was not as though Alison lacked beauty; she possessed a captivating allure that had garnered widespread admiration. She could have effortlessly ensnared another suitor, compelling her former lover to regret his actions, instead of succumbing to tears and self-inflicted demise. There were surely other prospects after all she had survived. Most shocking of all was realizing, as the memories played on, that the very game Alison took solace in was the same one Scarlett now found herself in - as the most hated character, doomed to die in every route. "Fuck my life," she thought. What twist of fate had led her here? ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª Scarlett jolted awake, sitting up drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. The maids at her bedside moved to comfort her, but their words were muffled¡ªher ears were ringing. She realized she was having a panic attack. A few minutes later, when her mother burst into the room sobbing, Scarlett''s hearing slowly returned. Clutching her chest, she rasped, "How long was I unconscious?" "A week," one maid informed her solemnly. A week of reliving Alison''s life in vivid detail. "I really did reincarnate," Scarlett whispered to herself in disbelief. Soon after, the family doctor arrived to examine her. He declared Scarlett physically recovered after checking her vitals. Her parents took the doctor aside to converse privately. Left alone with her thoughts, Scarlett mourned the loss of her past life. How does one cope with the revelation that their entire existence was fabricated by another, and that their demise is imminent? She almost wept at the unfairness of it. Taking a breath to steady herself, Scarlett realized survival was her only option¡ªjust as it had been for Alison. Though born into immense wealth, no privilege could save her if she didn''t adapt. Her parents returned, mother inquiring tenderly if Scarlett wish to eat. She said yes. Scarlett felt a sense of profound detachment that overwhelmed her. No longer did she perceive them as her own flesh and blood, and even the trust she grew up in disappeared. Was this detachment a response to the trauma she endured? Scarlett recognized that viewing them as strangers would not serve her well. She felt no emotional connection to these individuals now that she understood their existence to be nothing more than a work of fiction. Even their love seemed artificial. Yet, in a moment of clarity, she chastised herself for such thoughts. This was not fiction; this was her reality, and this detachment she experienced was wrong. They were her family, regardless of what she now knew. She hoped that with time, the detachment would fade away. Weakened from her ordeal, Scarlett struggled to the dining hall with the maids'' help. Scarlett couldn''t help but question why a sick patient was expected to walk such a considerable distance. It was then that her mother explained the necessity of regaining strength in her legs, having been confined to bed for an extended period of time. Eventually, Scarlett arrived at the dining room, though the weakness in her body made the journey arduous. She mustered her strength and valiantly persevered. Just as she finished her meal, her fianc¨¦¡ªno, the male lead¡ªentered. Unresolved issues demanded addressing, for her future depended on it. Chapter 2 This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. Chapter 3 The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Chapter 4 This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Chapter 5 Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Chapter 6 Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Chapter 7 Scarlett despised many facets of her life, and among them, one stood out prominently. The weight of people''s expectations bore down upon her, a demand for perfection, regardless of the circumstances. Perfect grades, an impeccable gait, flawless posture¡ªperfection was the relentless pursuit. Even her smiles had to conform, only smiling with her lips not with her teeth. Every aspect of her appearance was meticulously sculpted, her skin devoid of blemishes. The fact that Scarlett managed to retain her sanity amidst this pressure surprised her, although she chose to ignore the voice inside her head warning of her slow descent into madness. Preferring self-deception, she found solace in the illusion of contentment. Scarlett knew she was far from a saint, both in her past life as Alison and in her current existence as Scarlett. She selfishly prioritized her own desires, leaving little room for others. Perfect she was not, and anyone who claimed otherwise would be deceiving you. She couldn''t even authentically portray her own trauma, consumed as she was with maintaining the facade of perfection. Scarlett did not harbor any self-loathing. On the contrary, she possessed an immense love for herself, which some might label as narcissism. Yet, one cannot deny her undeniable beauty. Her eyes, a rich shade of brown, held a captivating allure, while her reddish-silken hair seemed to dance like flames. Her skin, smooth and bronzed, exuded a flawless radiance. Her physique was nothing short of astounding, with curves that accentuated all the right places, and a waist so slender it mirrored an hourglass. Scarlett had no reason to voice any complaints about her appearance or her body to anyone. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Men would undoubtedly fall at her feet, captivated by her allure. However, beneath this veneer of perfection, Scarlett battled her own mental demons and insecurities. The pursuit of flawlessness had taken its toll on her well-being. That tiny waist, the product of her relentless efforts to purge herself of every morsel she consumed. Her flawless skin, the result of an extensive array of skincare products, and the harsh scrubbing that left her flesh tinged with redness¡ªa painful sacrifice that somehow brought her solace. Her silky hair, subjected to an excessive array of chemical treatments, had become a ticking time bomb. Premature hair loss seemed an inevitability by the age of twenty-five. Yet, Scarlett paid no mind to such consequences, confident that affordable medical interventions would rectify any future issues, at least within her means. The pursuit of perfection took a significant toll on her health, even if she refused to acknowledge this reality. Ironically, in her past life as Alison, she had enjoyed robust health, free from concerns about her appearance or how she presented herself. If Alison had not taken her own life, she might have lived to the ripe age of ninety-five, unperturbed by such matters. So, what changed when she became Scarlett? The truth is, Scarlett was designed to embody this ideal, even if the game failed to explicitly explain how she attained such perfection. Online forums that Alison once perused alluded to Scarlett''s struggles with an eating disorder and other health issues. By the time she regained memories of her past life as Alison, it was too late. Breaking free from her unhealthy lifestyle would require a considerable investment of time and effort. Nevertheless, Scarlett yearned for the day when she could accept herself without the weight of others'' opinions clouding her self-perception.