The Road to Becoming a Hollywood Queen

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

She died on her 39th birthday.

No funeral, no relatives or friends, she died alone.

Desolate and pitiful.

Only at the moment of her death did she finally realize.

All of this was her own doing.

Her entire life had been a failure and a misery.

And the reason for all this was that she relied on men her whole life.

She never thought about relying on herself.

There was a time when she was in the limelight, surrounded by admirers and living a life of luxury, with countless people at her beck and call.

But in the end, it was all an illusion.

She was very beautiful, and since she could remember, there had been countless men around her.

She had no skills and knew nothing, yet she managed to marry three times, each time to a wealthier man than the last.

Just because, beautiful looks are a woman's weapon.

And she always believed in this.

She never thought about working hard herself because she knew she was beautiful and could attract men's attention.

Then, relying on men, she could get everything she wanted.

Vanity, luxury, envy, a high-end lifestyle, and endless wealth.

But at that time, she didn't realize that relying on men would ultimately be unreliable.

Love built on appearance would not last long.

At the age of 29, a sudden car accident left her face mostly burned, her lower body paralyzed, and many cells in her body dead. The doctors said she had only ten years left to live.

She became extremely ugly and could only lie paralyzed in bed.

Such a cruel outcome is not something an ordinary person can bear.

She hoped that at this time, her husband could stay by her side, even if it was just to accompany her through the last journey of her life.

But the reality was not so; her husband made her completely sober during her most painful time.

He gave her a sum of money and asked for a divorce, then started a new relationship, with no intention of taking care of her.

He despised her current appearance, despised her without beauty, despised her with a body full of pain, despised her for being close to death.

She was desperate; this was the husband who once cared for her in every possible way, and she had once thought he truly loved her.

But now he was showing this face.

She completely realized that relying on men was the source of her lifetime's failure.

Although she was vain and greedy, she still retained a final shred of pride.

She agreed to the divorce, took the money, and went to a sanatorium, preparing to spend her last days there.

In her last days, she was extremely lonely but also completely enlightened.

Her whole life, she had been thinking about how to use her beauty to gain more benefits and a better life, but she neglected contact with her family and friends.

Sometimes, she even looked down on those poor relatives and friends without value.

This made her endure the pain and long-lasting loneliness in the last ten years of her life.

No friends, no relatives.

Those men who once served her also disappeared.

And none of her three ex-husbands came to see her; they all acted as if she didn't exist.

It seemed all that affection was just an act.

She regretted it; she had never done anything right in her life.

Believing in men, relying on men, was her biggest mistake.

This led to her current situation.

It's too ridiculous.

Once believing that relying on men could get everything, in her last moments, she realized that the most unreliable thing in the world was men.

But it was too late for everything.

Because of this, she even developed androphobia.

Unable to accept any physical contact with men, she would feel physiologically disgusted, wanting to escape, even feeling nauseous and losing control of her emotions.

Because of this, the sanatorium had to replace all her doctors and nurses with women.

In the last ten years of her life, she started watching movies because she found that only movies could calm her mind.

Sometimes, she could even be moved by those warm movies, feeling that maybe she could still leave something in her life.

After a while, she started learning how to make movies.

Because she felt that her life had been such a failure, she had to leave something to prove that she at least existed.

She spent some money to hire a famous director as her teacher.

It sounds laughable, in the last few years of a completely failed person's life, she wanted to learn something new.

But what was surprising was that both she and her teacher discovered something.

That is, she had an extremely high talent for directing.

After that, she studied and researched films seriously for ten years, reaching heights that others might take twenty or thirty years to achieve.

Her teacher's most frequent comment was, "Such talent... what a pity..."

Although her movements were very inconvenient, sitting in a wheelchair, only her hands could be used, her vision was blurry, and her speech was unclear, she genuinely studied filmmaking earnestly.

Because, at the end of her life, after squandering it for so long, she finally found something she loved.

After making some experimental short films, she finally, before dying, produced her first feature film.

Due to her physical condition, it took her many years to complete this film, which tells the story of a woman abandoned by high society and how she transforms her mindset and regains herself.

This film was noticed by some film distributors because everyone was astonished to find that this film was made so excellently.

As soon as the film was released, it caused a huge sensation.

It was such an outstanding film in terms of its atmosphere: depressing, blue, realistic, and detached.

Those noblewomen, empty and vain at heart, were actually the ones with severe mental illnesses. In front of those they deemed losers, they were the real losers.

It was only after they lost everything that they understood this truth.

A film full of irony.

A director who could make such a film was simply a genius!

When people found out the director was a dying person, they began to ask questions.

How could she make her first film only now, close to death? What was she doing all those previous years?

Such a talented director, but she was about to die, what a pity!

Yes, she also wanted to know what she had been doing all those previous years.

She felt her life was increasingly ironic.

Her entire life she wanted to rely on men, but ended up like this.

Her entire life she didn't want to work hard, only to find out she had amazing talent after being told she was dying.

If she could do it all over again, and from the start, she did not rely on men, but created career success through her own efforts, would her life have been very different?

But now, it's too late to say anything.

Not long after the film was released, she died.

If there were a next life, she would rely on herself, never again using her looks to gain advantage, never again relying on men.

Never again.

She closed her eyes, thinking she was dead.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes again.

Upon opening her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar room, without the overwhelming smell of disinfectant and the oppressive white hospital beds.

This was an exquisitely decorated female bedroom.

In front of her was a mirror, and the person in the mirror—was not herself, but a young girl.

A very beautiful foreign girl.

Strangely, just as she tried to get up, her brain was hit by a severe pain.

Then countless memories surged up, occupying her mind in an instant.

After that, she accepted all the memories from this body, the memories belonging to the original owner of this body.

What is this?

She couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror, trembling all over.

Not out of fear, but out of excitement.

Did God think her death was too regrettable, so gave her another chance?

Brought her from China in 2017 to Ireland in 2008?

She began to sit quietly on the bed, sorting out the memories of this girl.

The girl was named Eva Cody, born in a rural town in Ireland, now in the capital, Dublin.

She was an 18-year-old girl, vain, greedy for petty gains, addicted to gambling, and full of lies.

A hypocritical girl who used her dream of being a director to embellish her grand image.

A greedy girl who maintained a six-month relationship with a sugar daddy.

The original owner had managed to get into the directing department of the capital's film academy from the countryside, but upon arriving in the metropolis, did not plan her life well, instead relying on her good looks, mingling with wealthy men.

Finally, she was noticed by her current sugar daddy and became his mistress.

The original owner had no intention of working hard to become a director, instead using every trick to get money from the sugar daddy, then throwing it all onto the gambling table.

She even fantasized about the sugar daddy marrying her, so she could live a life of luxury forever.

These memories of the original owner were so familiar to her.

They were exactly the same as her past life.

Except the original owner might not understand a truth, a truth she had learned from a lifetime of painful experiences—

Whether it's using beauty to gain advantage or relying on men to gain status, it's all just a mirage.

It's a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.

Using one's looks to serve others, how long can that last?

If you want to succeed and live a superior life, you can't rely on anyone, only on yourself.