How Death Became My Rebirth

“Yulissa, enough with the innocent victim act. Since | moved out of the Yates residence, you’ve been using the same lines. You said that if | decide to return, you'll leave. | agreed to it, so why haven’t you moved out yet? Is it too hard for you, or did you never plan to leave in the first place? Stop talking and start doing. If you truly want me back at the Yates residence, stop talking like a saint while enjoying the luxurious life the Yates family provides. Yet, | admit that playing the sympathy card has its advantages. Appearing vulnerable and innocent helps you to gain protection easier, especially from those fools in the Yates family.” Cassandra no longer wasted time engaging in idle chatter with Yulissa. She wasn’t in a

rush.

There would be ample time for Yulissa to reveal her true colors.

The two-day exams finally concluded.

After the tests, everyone returned to the classroom. Some couldn’t resist voicing their thoughts.

“Man, someone’s really shooting high and being ungrateful. Trying to bet without the chops? That’s asking for trouble. | just hope she doesn’t crash and burn too hard because that would be super awkward!”

As long as Yulissa won this bet, forcing Cassandra to withdraw the lawsuit, her actions. would become a joke. It also prevented Christine from attending classes at school.

She really should be kicked out of school.

Cassandra didn’t take it seriously at all. To Cassandra, the less capable people were, the more they boasted.

Seeing that Cassandra completely ignored the remarks, the classmate who spoke felt his pride wounded.

“Did you catch the scoop? Pretty much everyone at the last exam venue was nodding. off, and not a single soul bothered to take a crack at the questions. And get this, someone still thinks she’s on the same level as the rest of us? Seriously?”

Cassandra couldn't stand how noisy this person was. If she didn’t give him a little lesson, it felt like she’d be letting herself down. “Hey, why dance around with ‘someone? Might as well drop my ID number or just say my name.”

The classmate was surprised. He didn’t expect the first person to respond to him in

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class to be the very subject he was discussing.

“Cassandra, come on. Jayden didn’t mean it. He was just joking with you. Don’t take it seriously.”

Cassandra was momentarily speechless.

“Yulissa, let's cut the act, okay? No Mr. Yates, no Mrs. Yates, and surely no dim-witted scions from the Yates family around here. You don’t have to put on a show for me. How about going back to being the real you? That way, | might actually buy into a bit of genuineness.”

Cassandra’s sarcasm nearly knocked Yulissa off her feet.

‘Damn it. What's Cassandra on about? What's gotten into her? She used to be a breeze to handle. I’d say something, and it was gospel. Now she’s got the nerve to talk back and mock me in front of everyone. How dare she!’ Yulissa fumed in her thoughts. With teary eyes, Yulissa asked, “Cassandra, do you really have to speak to me like this?”

There were actually those who fell for the crocodile’s tears.

“Yulissa, no matter how hard you try to pretend, it doesn’t fool me. Save it. I’ve walked away from the Yates residence as you wanted, so let's just treat each other like strangers. from now on. Don’t even bother me.”

Thinking about the charity gala later in the evening, Cassandra left immediately. However, the idea of going back to change into another outfit seemed bothersome.

“Why didn’t he just come directly to me instead of organizing this charity gala?” Cassandra thought.

She headed straight to Whitecrane Hall, where Jeremiah had already prepared a gown.

for her.

It was a dress she had designed.

Cassandra fell silent.

“Elaine, | still think ‘Angel’s Wing’ suits you best.”

This unique garment, designed by Cassandra in her Elaine persona, was one of a kind.

in the world. It was displayed in the showcase, and no one seemed capable of wearing it.

To this day, the dress had not found its rightful owner.

Yet, Jeremiah believed that Cassandra was its rightful owner.

When Yulissa got home, Miranda greeted her with enthusiasm.

“Darling, how did the exam go?” Miranda asked. Despite her confidence in Yulissa, she was just keen to hear all about it.

“I'm pretty sure I'll make it into the top five.”

“Awesome, that’s my baby girl! Why don’t you go upstairs and change? The stylist is already waiting for you. We're hitting up a charity gala tonight.”

It was an excellent opportunity to socialize with the upper class.

Lucas was hosting, and they were hopeful they could possibly connect with him.

Excited about the idea of attending the gala, Yulissa happily went upstairs to change.

Tonight, she was determined to impress everyone and show that she was the daughter of the Yates family!

Arriving early at the gala, Yulissa was dressed in a stunning white princess gown adorned with lace and a hint of diamonds. The radiant lights illuminated her, and she exuded a blend of narcissism and confidence, strutting around like a proud peacock. Cassandra had a habit of arriving at venues precisely when they started. She hadn't arrived when Lucas got there.

Lucas scanned the venue, searching for Cassandra, but she was nowhere to be found.

He couldn't believe she wouldn’t show up.

“There’s no way she’s not coming. Jeremiah promised me she’d be here,’ Lucas thought.

Suddenly, a burst of noise came from outside.

Aman walked in, arm in arm with his companion.

Cassandra emerged in an understated yet luxurious black evening gown, its simplicity adding to its charm. The gown, reminiscent of the night sky, echoed her mysterious and enigmatic personality. Perfectly accentuating her figure, the evening gown featured a pure white waistband against the all-black backdrop. Overall, Cassandra emanated the allure of a bottomless black hole, irresistibly drawing people closer to her dangerous

mystique.

The gown earned the name “Angel’s Wing” not due to its pristine whiteness, but as a subtle glimmer in the darkness. It was a symbol of the ongoing struggle against shadows. The white waistband on the gown, resembling an angel's wings, served as a beacon of hope for the angels, representing their ultimate lifeline and the moment of rebirth breaking through the cocoon of darkness.

Observing the unfolding scene, Yulissa found herself rendered speechless, uncertain about what to say.

‘Why is Cassandra here? This isn’t her place!’ Yulissa thought.

Benjamin cast an unpleasant glance at Cassandra, silently cursing his disobedient daughter for daring to embarrass herself at Lucas’ charity gala.

He wondered if she was determined to tarnish the reputation of the Yates family before she decided to behave herself.

Finally, Lucas spotted the person he had eagerly awaited and warmly approached.

“Cassie, you've finally arrived. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Lucas’ complimentary words surprised everyone, sparking speculation about Cassandra’s identity. The fact that Lucas personally greeted her with such enthusiasm raised eyebrows.

“| didn’t ask you to wait.”

Gasp! Cassandra spoke with remarkable audacity, daring to address Lucas in a manner that few would have dared. Cassandra’s words ignited an overwhelming fury in Benjamin, nearly making him lightheaded. He couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Why can’t she communicate more appropriately? What if she offends Mr. Hathaway? Will she have an easy time then? But given her background, how does she even know Mr. Hathaway? How could a country bumpkin coming to the city possibly be acquainted with Mr. Hathaway? What are the odds?’

“| waited willingly, Cassandra, while it seems that you only know how to anger me.”

Lucas wasn’t angry. Instead, he burst into a hearty laughter.

Someone with a close rapport with Lucas boldly asked, “Mr. Hathaway, what's your relationship with this young woman?”

“Oh, Cassie and | go way back. Back when she was just a little kid in Rootland Village, | played a sort of sponsor role for her. | heard recently that she reunited with her biological parents, so | haven't bothered her since.”

Lucas deliberately made this comment for Benjamin to overhear.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

To make him aware that he had missed out on something.

Benjamin was truly blind in mistaking a fake gem for a real one.