Camilia winced as the sun’s rays shone on her face.

She turned to the side to avoid the bright light; her eyes half opened but suddenly memories of her death flashed in her mind.

She gasped and sat up looking around the unfamiliar room.

“Where am I? Am I dead!?” she stuttered, searching herself for the cuts and dried blood on her skin

Camilia stared at her perfectly smooth and spotless chest.

“But I was shot, I know I was. I felt it” she said. Camilia held the side of her head as all she felt was a throbbing headache. “Ahh my head…” she lamented.

She got up from the king-sized bed her eyes darting round the room.

From the softness of the rug under her feet and the comfiness of the nightwear on her body, Camilia knew this was not Anthony’s doing.

“Am I in heaven? Afterlife?? Purgatory???”

Suddenly, she saw a reflection, at the side of the room a large mirror stood.

Camilia rushed to the mirror and what she saw made her fall to the ground.

Her heart thundered, her breath quickened.

“NO..NO..NO, this can’t be real” Camilia said.

She stood up and looked at the mirror again to be sure that she was not just hallucinating.

“Ahh!!” Camilia let out a loud scream her hand touching her face.

Immediately a middle-aged blonde woman ran into the room and got on her knees. Her messy hair and tired look showed that she didn’t get enough sleep. And her stained apron looked like she had just left the kitchen.

“I did everything you asked for miss. I cleaned your room just the way you like it and did not wake you up in the process. I have also made sure that breakfast is ready and set in the dinning for you.” She said, her head bowed as she avoided eye contact.

Camilia stared at the shaken woman before her.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

The maid held onto Camilia’s leg, tears streaming down her face.

“Please miss don’t fire me, I beg of you. I-I-I have three kids and my husband is late, I am just a poor widow. There is no one to help me, if I lose this job how will I care for my kids?? pay their tuition and the house rent ? Please have mercy on me” she sobbed.

“I don’t understand what’s going on here” Camilia said attempting to release the woman’s grip on her leg.

Before Camilia could utter another word, a young maid entered the room, her plumb figure and smooth face showed that she was just in her early twenties.She also went on her knees, her head to the ground facing downwards.

“I am sorry for not knocking but Mr. Donatello ordered me to call you. He said he wants you now.” She said.

“Who???” Camilia asked, her eyebrow raised.

“Your fiancé, Miss Katherine” she replied her head still bowed.

Camilia stared at the mirror for the third time and then she remembered the face before her. She had seen her just once, at a dinner event she attended with Anthony.

Katherine stood side by side and even crossed arms with the man she despised the most, Donatello.

Camilia cloud not quite pinpoint one thing she hated about Donatello, maybe it was because she hated everything about him, his guts, his large ego…He had always been like even at a young age.

Camilia recalled getting bullied on different occasions at school only to find out that Donatello was behind it.As if that was not enough, they were in the same class throughout most of their school years.Even now at a grown age he still competes with Anthony at everything. He became a rival and posed as a threat to her family.

Here she was, with Katherine’s face but not just only her face but her body too.

“How is this possible?? How...” Camilia murmured to herself. She had died, how was she alive and in another person’s body?

“Donatello” she frowned.

“He must have done something to me, that scum” she gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed.

“Take me to him now!!” she yelled.

The two maids quickly jumped to their feet and led Camilia to Donatello’s room.

Donatello sat on a soft cushioned sofa, positioned just beside his massive bed. He crossed his legs as he scrolled through a document he held, reading every content.

The maids led Camilia to the entrance of the room and ran off immediately. Camilia stormed into Donatello's room, her eyes full of disgust.

“Didn't your parents teach you not to enter a room without knocking?” He said with his eyes still fixed on the document.” It's basic courtesy but I'm sure you wouldn't know that”.

Camilia scoffed.

She felt like plucking out his two eyes and feeding them to him. Camelia knew Donatello was aware that she was an orphan, and Rosita was the only family she had, yet here he was, using it against her.

“Look who's talking. I'm sure your parents regret having you. They should have aborted you when they had the chance, or even better, dumped you in the bin”. Camelia leaned in, her hands crossed.

Donatello was stunned. This was the first time Katherine ever talked back at him. She had always clung to him like a parasite. He raised his head, now looking face to face with Camilia.

“What did you do to me?” Camilia asked. Donatello tilted his head and smirked