Aisha blinked, disoriented, as she found herself standing in the foyer of her family's mansion. Confusion swirled within her as she realized she had been transported back in time, four years before her death.
"What... what's happening?" she whispered to herself, her heart pounding in her chest.
Just then, the sound of laughter echoed through the hallway, and Aisha turned to see her stepmother, Elinor, and stepsister, Eliza, approaching.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Elinor said with a smirk as she eyed Aisha up and down. "You must be Aisha, my dear husband's precious daughter."
Aisha's jaw tightened as she forced herself to remain composed. "Yes, that's me," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside her.
Eliza stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You know, Aisha, we've heard so much about you. It's a shame we haven't had the chance to get to know each other better."
Aisha forced a polite smile, her mind racing with memories of the betrayal that awaited her in the future. "Yes, it is a shame," she replied, her tone laced with underlying tension.
As the conversation continued, Aisha couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over her. She knew what lay ahead, the pain and heartache that awaited her at the hands of these two women.
But this time, things would be different. This time, Aisha would not be a pawn in their game. This time, she would rewrite her destiny and reclaim the life that was rightfully hers.
With a newfound determination burning within her, Aisha squared her shoulders and met their gazes head-on. She may have been given a second chance, but she wouldn't waste it. This time, she would emerge victorious.