The First Light of His Arrival

Heavy rain poured over Forks, dousing the Cullen Mansion in a shroud of gloom. "Madam, please spare me! Ah—!" The desperate cries of Lucy Honeychurch pierced the downpour as the thick wooden board struck her with brutal force, leaving her flesh torn and bleeding.

Anastasia Steele, clad in a simple white cheongsam, sat unmoved in a masters chair on the porch, gently blowing on the tea leaves in her cup. Blood mixed with the rain, flowing across the courtyards cobblestones, staining them a deep crimson.

"Still able to scream after such a beating, is this the best the Cullen Mansions enforcers can do?" Anastasias soft voice sent a shiver down the enforcers spines, urging them to strike with even more vigor.

Soon, Lucy fell silent, her lifeless body a testament to the brutality of the Cullen Mansions discipline. Anastasia rose, gazing at the corpse through the rain, a flicker of ruthlessness in her eyes.

This was only the beginning.

She looked up as Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan entered the courtyard together, her murderous intent hidden behind a facade of gentle grace. A soft smile played on her lips.

Next, it would be their turn.

"Anastasia, what is this..." Isabellas hand flew to her mouth, shocked by the gruesome scene before her.

"The maid had sticky fingers," Anastasia replied nonchalantly.

"Dirty hands can be sold off, why be so malicious?" Edwards brow furrowed in disgust.

"Its not just about dirty hands," Anastasia said with a faint smile.

Isabella feigned concern, "Anastasia, we are family after all. If you tell us, we can find a way to help you. We cant just let a life be lost like this."

Family? Hmph... She dared not have such a family.

"In that case... Eleanor, bring it up," Anastasias voice was light.

Soon, mens personal clothing was presented by Eleanor.

Seeing these clothes, Isabellas pupils trembled. How could this be?!

This damned wench, how could she be so careless?

Anastasia explained, "These were what Lucy was planning to hide in my room and were discovered by Eleanor on the spot."

What would be the consequences if such items were found in her room, the当家主母?

In her previous life, on the first day Isabella entered the house, she had bought off her personal maid, Lucy, to stage this farce.

Had it not been for her foresight, it would have been her lying there, beaten and torn.

"I wonder whos behind this?"

Anastasias gaze lightly fell on Isabella, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

"Perhaps its just the maid harboring resentment," Isabella tried to deflect, pretending to be calm.

Edward coldly looked at the pile of dirty items, showing no sign of indignation on Anastasias behalf.

"Enough, today is Isabellas first day in the house. Clean up this corpse, its bad luck."

Edward snorted coldly, took Isabella by the hand, and led her into the hall with tender affection.

Anastasia watched them leave hand in hand, a cold smile playing on her lips.

This was the man she had given everything to in her previous life, the one she had loved for five years without reciprocation.

And this was her so-called sister, the one she had trusted with her heart, only to have everything stolen from her.

Anastasia gazed deeply at the two figures, then turned and walked away.

Since fate had granted her a second chance at life, she would not be so foolish again.