“Alondra woke up choking on synthetic drugs, pinned to a mattress by a massive, sweating VIP guest. Her adoptive family, the Franks, had deliberately drugged her and offered her as a plaything to secure a ten-million-dollar financing deal. The sheer terror and humiliation had already killed the original owner of this body. When the VIP was left screaming on the floor, her adoptive mother and sister didn't care about what she had just endured. They shrieked that she had ruined their wealth and destroyed their future. Her adoptive father threw a cheap prepaid card onto the Persian rug like he was feeding a stray dog. "Take this five hundred dollars and crawl back to the trailer park where you belong!" They ordered their bodyguards to drag her out by her hair, mocking her as uneducated white trash who would rot in the slums. The original girl had died in absolute despair, believing she was worthless and unloved. She never knew she was actually the true biological heir to the Kerr family, the untouchable dynasty that practically owned Wall Street. But the soul that had just awakened in this fragile body was no longer a weak victim. It was the soul of a centuries-old European medical assassin. Alondra calmly shattered the bodyguard's wrist, exposed the Franks' impending bankruptcy, and walked out the front door. Outside in the cold night, a fleet of bulletproof Maybachs was already waiting to take the real princess home.”