Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Who are you?" I spoke indifferently and pretended to be aloof.

Ann’s expression shifted slightly, displaying clear annoyance toward me.

But she quickly laughed it off. "Huh, I heard that Mr. Black Senior is sick. Now it’s just you and that dimwit left in the Black family. Poor you."

I didn’t even bother looking at her. Compared to Juliet, I thought Ann was too young.

Juliet had that kind of elusive charm, but Ann wore her bad intentions on her sleeve.

A barking dog seldom bites. Juliet’s rank was much higher than Ann’s.

Now that I wasn’t even afraid of Juliet, why would I fear this spoiled brat, Ann?

"What’s with your attitude? Just because you’re older than me, you think you’re somebody?" Ann angrily blocked my path.

I knew Ann was originally supposed to marry into the Black family.

However, because Ann had been delicate and sickly since childhood and was pampered by the Miller family, they didn’t want to push her into a difficult situation.

So, they let Sofia marry in her place.

They had no idea that the lunatics in the Black family didn’t care about Sofia’s well-being at all.

Sofia should have resisted on her first day of marriage into the Black family, which is why she ingested too many drugs and died on her so-called wedding night, leading to me waking up in her body.

"Sofia, now that you’ve become Mrs. Black, you think you’re something, huh? How does it feel to be married to a dimwit?" Ann continued to provoke with a smile.

"Move aside!" I said firmly, making her step aside.

Ann laughed. "Why should I move aside? This is my home..."

She wanted to say this was her home.

From Sofia’s memories, I could sense her jealousy and hatred toward Ann.

Sofia resented Ann for stealing the parental love that should have belonged to her.

But because her life had been swapped, she wasn’t found until she was 18 and returned to the Miller family.

18 years of poverty had left Sofia lacking in confidence. Even though she was naturally beautiful, she was buried under feelings of inferiority.

Sofia originally had a boyfriend, a very outstanding rich boy, who was also snatched away by Ann.

She practically took everything from Sofia. The thing she said most was, "This is my home, who are you to live here?"

Sofia’s character was too timid. I couldn’t help but laugh, realizing there was someone in this world even more miserable than me. It’s no wonder I was reincarnated into her body.

But my personality wasn’t naturally timid. It was shaped by circumstances. Losing my parents at 18 and being dependent on others made me become more patient over time.

"Your home?" I looked at Ann. "Isn’t this the Miller residence?"

Ann was taken aback. She looked at me suspiciously, apparently not expecting me to have changed so much.

Fortunately, now that I had married into the Black family, even if I were to become arrogant, I would have a reputation to back it up.

"What do you mean?" Ann frowned, asking me.

I slapped Ann across the face. "Since this is the Miller residence, you better follow the rules."

Ann looked at me in shock, seemingly unable to believe that I had slapped her.

"I’m the real deal in the Black family, the true bloodline heir. What are you? Just a misplaced clown. Living in the Black family is a favor I bestowed upon you, got it?" I warned Ann, pointing my finger at her.

It took her a long time to react and then she went crazy and wanted to hit me.

"If you have the guts, go ahead and hit me," I sneered. "I’m carrying the Black family’s only hope."

"If anything goes wrong, not only will the Miller family hold you accountable, but... Dad won’t spare you either."

Ann’s face darkened. She gritted her teeth as she stomped in place. "Sofia, keep acting arrogant. Let’s see how long you can keep it up. You married a dimwit. Even if you married into the Black family, so what?"

I slapped her again. "Respect your elders. I’m your sister, and Dexter is your brother-in-law."

"You keep calling him a dimwit. Do you dare to offend the Black family? Without their support, is the Miller family heading for bankruptcy?"

Ann was completely bewildered. She stared at me for a long while. She couldn’t understand why I had suddenly become so bold. It was completely out of character for me.

I ignored her and pushed past her into the living room.

In the living room, the so-called father of Sofia was sitting on the couch, looking imposing.

Upon seeing me, he pretended to be welcoming. "Sophia is here. Come, have a seat. You’re now a great contributor to the Black family, so take care of your unborn child."

I smiled, looking at the so-called father. "Dad, you’re right. The child I’m carrying is the only heir of the Black family. Once born, they will be the future head of the Black family."

John glanced at me carefully and spoke lightly, "It seems you’ve figured things out?"

I remained silent and waited for him to continue.

"Now that Mr. Black Senior had a stroke, and Mr. James is unlikely to take over the Black family."

"You control Mr. Dexter, and if you raise the child well, you will be the true head of the Black family," John tentatively suggested.

I knew that John wanted to use me as a puppet to control the Black family. But I didn’t know how John would control me, was it something Sofia cared about?

"Now, the Black family listens to me," I arrogantly declared, feeling as if I had already ascended to the top like a phoenix on a tree.

I wanted to see what John would use to threaten me.

"Dad!" Ann burst in, seeming to have processed the fact that I had slapped her, and exclaimed, "Dad, she slapped me!"

"Can’t you see that Dad and I are discussing important matters? You don’t have manners, don’t have the demeanor of a lady. Get out!" I scolded Ann unhappily.

Ann gritted her teeth. "Dad!"

John looked at me with a furrowed brow, knowing I was being defiant.

"Dad, we’re discussing important matters.... why is she interfering?" I asked in a low voice, also hinting at a threat.

Both of us were probing each other’s limits. It was good to test it out.

"Leave," John ordered Ann to leave.

Ann was shocked. It seemed John had never treated her like this before.

"Dad..." Ann was somewhat unwilling.

"Leave now," John said and waved his hand.

Ann reluctantly left, but before she did, she gave me a fierce glare. "You’re just arrogant, marrying a dimwit."

I remained silent. I leaned on the couch and looked at John.

"Now that you’re in charge of the Black family, you should take control of the Black Group soon and help our Miller Group through this difficult time," John reminded me.

"Dad, I’m helpless. Though I’m now associated with the Black family, I lack real authority."

"With Mr. Black Senior gone, Mr. Martin is in charge of the Black Group. He has influence in both legitimate and illegitimate circles. I don’t want to get into trouble," I said calmly.

John frowned. "Handing over the shares of the Black family to me is your primary task. What’s the holdup? Are you backing down? Don’t forget, your Grandma still relies on the Miller family for her treatment. Can the Black family afford to neglect an insignificant old lady?"

I was stunned for a moment. John finally revealed his leverage. But this grandmother...

I rubbed my temples. Grandmother?

Wasn’t she the grandmother who raised Sofia after she was taken in by mistake? But shouldn’t she be Ann’s real grandmother? Ann really was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.