I am the only true witch in the world, able to commune with the dead and deliver their final messages. In my past life, Mrs. Ashford knelt at my doorstep, begging me to contact her late father-in-law and learn his true last will. Six months later, Grayson Ashford, the second son of the Ashford family, proposed to me with a wedding that made headlines across the country. He had defeated all other heirs to the family fortune, rising from his position as the overlooked younger son to take control of the Ashford billion-dollar empire. I thought he was grateful that I had helped change his fate. But when I performed another séance, he deliberately tampered with my ritual tools, trapping my soul forever in the realm of the dead. To prevent my coven from discovering what he'd done, he burned down the entire sanctuary where I practiced. "What sacred coven? I see nothing but a den of frauds." "If you hadn't interfered, Yasmine would have been the one to cross over that day." "After being cast out from the Ashford family, her failed ritual drove her to madness and suicide. What right do you have to still be alive?" "Aren't you supposed to be a true witch? Surely you can return safely even without your tools." Only then did I realize—for the sake of his adopted sister Yasmine, my husband hated me this much. I lost my way in the underworld, and the death's guardians beat my soul to oblivion with ninety-nine strikes. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Mrs. Ashford knelt before me. I immediately helped her to her feet, and under her expectant gaze, I said. "Your adopted daughter Yasmine is also a medium, isn't she? I'm sure she can do this just as well." "Those are just folk rituals. They can't truly communicate with the dead." Mrs. Ashford sighed deeply, her well-maintained face seeming to age ten years in an instant. Mr. Ashford Senior had died in an accident, leaving no time to create a will. The entire Ashford fortune was hidden in locations around the world, known only to the family head. In my past life, only through the will I'd retrieved had Grayson inherited the family's true wealth. The agony of my soul's destruction still felt fresh, making my entire body tremble. A Ferrari suddenly pulled up beside us, and Grayson angrily grabbed his mother's arm. He glanced at me with deep disgust in his voice. "Mother, Yasmine is a medium too. Why must you beg an outsider?" I was somewhat surprised—this hadn't happened in my previous life. Grayson had stayed at home His appearance here now meant he had also been reborn. I just hadn't expected that after five years of marriage, I was nothing more than an outsider in his eyes. No wonder he had been so ruthless in destroying me to avenge Yasmine. Mrs. Ashford collapsed into his arms, weakly shaking her head. "Folk magic cannot compare to a true witch, not even close." Yasmine quickly stepped out of the car, looking at me with challenge in her eyes. "Don't worry, Mom. My mentor is a priestess, far more reliable than some witch." "The eldest priestess herself praised my natural talent after only three years of training." "For Grayson's sake, I'll risk my life to bring back Grandfather's will." I laughed coldly. Crossing to the realm of death requires proper authorization. Yasmine's so-called training was nothing but illegal spiritual trespassing. Grayson's gaze toward me grew even more contemptuous. "Rowan, how dare you let my mother kneel at your door!" "Once I inherit the Ashford fortune, I'll make you pay back a thousand times over." Mrs. Ashford frowned. "That was my own choice. You will not disrespect Miss Rowan." Grayson sneered. "Mother, she's just a liar. Why defend her?" He stepped forward and, without warning, slapped me hard across the face, his eyes cold as ice. "I'll protect Yasmine throughout her entire ritual." "Rowan, don't ever dream of marrying into the Ashford family or getting your hands on money that doesn't belong to you." I froze. So in my past life, Grayson had suspected me of embezzling part of the inheritance. No wonder he used such cruel methods to scatter my soul. I closed my eyes, trying to forget those memories, when the jade talisman at my waist suddenly grew hot. My heart tightened as I looked toward the Ashford estate and glimpsed the psychopomps in the air above. The spirit guides were arriving—Mr. Ashford's soul was about to dissipate completely! Remembering the burning sanctuary and my mentor's tragic death in my previous life, I lowered my eyes, turned around, and closed the door, leaving the three of them outside. This lifetime, Grayson's fate has nothing to do with me.
Just as the door was about to close, it was violently forced open. The next second, I was knocked to the ground by a group of large men who barged into my home. They ransacked my living room, throwing the ritual tools onto the floor. I struggled to get up and tried to retrieve my torn enchanted slippers, but was kicked in the chest and fell back, coughing up blood. Those slippers had been sewn by my mentor before she died. She said that no matter how far I traveled in the underworld, these shoes would always bring me back to the living world. They weren't just magical tools—they were the only thing she'd left me. But now, they'd been torn to shreds and tossed disdainfully at my feet. A polished leather shoe stepped on my outstretched fingers, grinding them mercilessly. I glared at Grayson. "You called these men here!" "I already let Yasmine take the séance. What gives you the right to do this!" Yasmine clung to Grayson's arm, giggling. "Grayson, you're so clever. Without her tools, how can she keep up her fraudulent act?" Grayson looked down at me with contempt, pressing harder until I heard my bones crack. Then he scooped Yasmine up in his arms, keeping her pristine white heels away from my blood. "New outfit. Don't let this trash stain it." "Didn't you look down on Yasmine? When she succeeds, you won't even be worthy of licking her shoes!" I bit my lip hard, refusing to cry out in pain, though a smile tugged at my mouth. "Grayson, you'd better use this time to offer more incense at your grandfather's altar." "The spirit guides have arrived at death's threshold." "His soul will scatter completely soon." The moment I finished speaking, Grayson kicked me viciously. His eyes were bloodshot as he waved at the thugs. "You bitch! How dare you curse Grandfather!" "All of you, teach this woman a lesson!" The next second, fists and feet rained down on me, battering me like a broken punching bag. But this physical pain was nothing compared to the ninety-nine strikes that had destroyed my soul! Thinking of the spirit guides growing more solid above the Ashford estate, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Yasmine's crude black magic couldn't dare show itself before the true guardians of death. Grayson, without that will, billions in assets are forever beyond your reach. I wanted to see how he'd still swagger around after inheriting nothing but an empty shell of a company! Seeing me stop struggling but bleeding more heavily, afraid they might actually kill me, the men backed away nervously. Grayson pointed at me, roaring, "Keep going!" "Rowan, aren't you supposed to bridge life and death? Stop playing dead!" The next moment, I heard his agonized scream and an ice-cold voice. "Everyone stop right now!"
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