Chapter 2: Gathering International Energy
After they left, I was left alone in the spacious, empty villa. Without wasting a second, I decided to practice the Ashura Meditation Technique to prepare myself for the upcoming event at Abigail's party.
I knew she would humiliate Samuel there, and I needed to gather my strength before that moment arrived.
As I meditated, the memories of my first life began to surface more clearly. In the novel, Samuel hadn't left out of choice; he had been forced to by one of Abigail's investors.
The man had made it clear that if Samuel stayed with her, he would not invest in her business. That revelation echoed in my mind, a sharp reminder of the manipulation that had taken place.
The deeper I delved into my thoughts, the more memories flooded back—Abigail's continuous attempts to humiliate Samuel, and the friends who had urged him to run away. But her influence was too great, and eventually, they lost track of him.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I meditated, the fury building inside me. "Abigail, you not only destroyed Samuel's life, but you also made me believe this is the true face of a woman once she gains power."
I let out a low laugh, filled with venom. "Just you wait, you manipulative bitch. I'm going to make your life hell, and your games won't work on me."
When I woke up, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, shirtless. As I examined my reflection, I could tell that my body had recovered, but not fully. I still needed to build up to the powerful physique I had in my past life as the Heavenly Demon—something akin to Hrithik Roshan's body. But it was enough for now. I was in a hurry, and I knew I had to move fast.
Later that night, the media went wild with breaking news. Every major news outlet was buzzing with a headline that caused a frenzy. Photos surfaced of Abigail at a pool, playfully kissing and embracing the latest heartthrob from the entertainment industry.