"Eleanor Whitethorn is dead!" A maid exclaimed loudly as the doors of the chambers I woke up in were bursted open, "The Duchess is dead!" She exclaimed again, this time with a wide smile on. "Eleanor is dead, Lady Diana!"
I felt my blood draining from my face, turning my skin ashen pale, and as I stared at the mirror again, I didn't see myself, I saw the worse Lady in the entire Empire. In the mirror the beautiful face of the vicious Diana Le Noir stared back at me, and as the words of the devious maids settled in, tears rolled down my eyes.
"Lady Diana?" The maid gasped, by her reflex in the mirror I could tell she seemed haunted to see my... this body crying. "Are you alright, my Lady?" She swallowed, scared.
"How," I halted, doing my best not to let my voice shake, "how did Eleanor die?" I need to be sure.
She took a second, "She had a heart attack, it seems like the Whitethorn's bloodline had some genetic disease that affected the heart. It was a sudden death, but she died for sure. The funeral will take place in 5 hours."
A broken bitter smile curled my lips hideously at her words, at what everyone must be believing, because that's all bullshit. It's bullshit. Which I know, because I am Eleanor.
Well, I was, it seems.
17 years ago, I transmigrated to the world of The Legacies of Yesterday as Eleanor Blackwood Whitethorn, the 2nd female lead of the novel, all after I died in modern Earth on early 2025. It wasn't a romance novel, romance was a sub plot of a sub plot in it, it was actually a revenge story.
It's all messy.
It was the messiest shit I had ever read in my life, to be honest. Addicting, ridiculous, messy, and stupid, it was a very stupid story. The OG story was told in four points of views, two were main protagonists with 40% of the book in their pov, each, while the other two narrated 10% each.
Archduke Nikolai Mikhail Novak was the male main protagonist, an absolute psychopath, he was obsessed with studying souls and possessed shadow magic, he also had something weird with his eyes that I never understood in the novel. He was the youngest brother of the Emperor, a murderous, sadistic, scheming mastermind. It was because of his obsession with souls that he became obsessed with Sofiya.
Countess Sofiya Alexandra Vasilache was the female main protagonist, she was the scorned 2nd daughter of Duke Ivan Viorel Vasilache, his 3rd child out of four, and in the OG novel, she was a secret soul alchemist, who was not the origina Sofiya either. She was actually the Thalia Hallnäs Nykvist, the 3rd daughter of Baron Nykvist, who was envious of everything related to Sofiya, so, she used her forbidden skills to switch bodies with Sofiya without her permission.
That made the soul of Sofiya, then in Thalia's body, go insane and be thrown in a Royal facility for mad people. As the story never focused on her, all we actually knew was that she eventually died in there by hanging herself when she was 28 years old.
The 2nd male lead with 10% of the pov was Duke Maximilianos Engdahl Whitethorn, he was initially engaged to Sofiya since they were children, if the story were a healthy love story and not what it was, he would have been the male lead. Or so I believed. He was the typical hero with a mischievous air around him, and he could have married Sofiya, had Nikolai not gotten his eyes set on her, which happened, and as their obsessiveness resonated with one another they got involved.
Sofiya wanted power, no one better to give that to her other than the Archduke himself, who fault both Maximillian and his own nephew, the Crown Prince, who was the same age as Sofiya and depicted as the villain of their story, for her. In the end, Sofiya picked him, after messing with everyone else.
The 2nd female lead was Eleanor Blackwood, a good lady, unloved and mistreated by her family, she was best friends with Sofiya since her childhood, when Thalia took over Sofiya's body, Eleanor became her pet. Eleanor always loved Maximilianos, but he had no eyes for her. In the book, she was murdered by Sofiya when they were 29, by poisoning, because Sofiya hated the fact that she was in love with Maximilianos, as Sofiya was married to Nikolai but kept cheating with Maximilianos.
It was a stupid novel, it was trash, I couldn't drop it but it was horrible, with a terrible ending. Sofiya killed Eleanor, Nikolai killed Maximilianos when he learned that he had been with Sofiya, Sofiya then killed herself because she actually loved Maximilianos since he was promised to the original Sofiya and she had always wanted everything that was hers, and after losing her, Nikolai killed himself, and so did the Crown Prince because he had gone mad.
But Nikolai didn't die before killing the woman who had always been obsessed with him: Diana Le Noir, after she tried to make a move on him, seeing that he was then a widow. She brought that to herself, after all, she had always been a disgusting woman, bullying Eleanor all the time, since she couldn't stand her ground against Sofiya.
I hated the novel, I sincerely did.
Did I unlock all 5798 chapters and wasted a lot of my money on it, through out 8 years? Yes, I did. But that doesn't sooth things, if anything, it makes it fucking worse. As soon as it was done, I became a hater of @toallthelonelypeople and of all of her bloody characters, and of anything that came from her, or anyone who tried to defend her and that fucking dumb story.
My name used to be Alina Hong Haghighi, I was 24 years old when I died on April 18th of 2025, in fact, I died on the turning of my 25th birthday. I was a civil engineer, I had lost my mom, Jiah Hong, at 13 years old when she had an aneurysm during my 13th birthday party. Then I lost dad, Khosrow Haghighi, on the turning of my 17th birthday, we were having a cake together, he had a heart attack.
In my 19th birthday I lost both my 14-year-old baby sister and my maternal aunt in a car accident, where my aunt's car got hit by a truck. I had lost my paternal grandparents when I was 6 years old, also on my birthday, to a plane crash; and my maternal grandparents, who died in my 10th birthday, when our house was robbed and the criminal shot them both dead in front of us. My oldest brother, who was 6 years older than me, died at 18, in my 12th birthday, he was serving the military and died in service.