Jill's POV
"Warning! The host has died. Mission failure in 'The Beloved Heiress' world detected. Warning!"
The searing agony at the base of my skull and the crushing weight of death wrapped around me like a vice, squeezing until I couldn't breathe.
The system's icy voice cut through the darkness, and suddenly I was gulping air like a drowning woman breaking the surface.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I fought to steady myself. When the panic finally ebbed, I took stock of my situation.
Everything was intact—arms, legs, torso. Even that splitting headache had vanished. Hope flared in my chest. 'Am I actually alive?'
The system's voice sliced through my relief. "In reality, you perished in a car crash after being publicly humiliated and beaten by a wife whose husband you were sleeping with. Your role as the other woman sealed your fate.
