Gasped. A suffocating weight pressed down. Not her crisp cotton sheets. Not her sleek, modern apartment. This was heavy silk, an unfamiliar scent of lavender and ancient wood filling her lungs. Diana's eyes snapped open, a sudden, blinding panic seizing her. Dark, opulent curtains framed a grand, four-poster bed. Golden threads gleamed. The room was vast, adorned with furniture that belonged in a museum, not a bedroom. Where was she? Her last memory: a late-night presentation, the glowing screen of her laptop, the hum of city traffic below. Her head throbbed. Memories, sharp and clear, battled with hazy, fragmented impressions. Skyscrapers and spreadsheets. Then, a grand estate, towering gates, a stern-faced butler. A girl's tearful face, a distant family, a name whispered in the halls: Elara. This body felt different. Smaller. Delicately built. She lifted a hand. Soft, unblemished skin. Not the calloused palms of a woman who clawed her way up the corporate ladder. A stranger's hand. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through the confusion. She wasn't Diana, the marketing executive. She was *Diana*, the disinherited heiress from that terrible romance novel her assistant had forced her to read. The forgotten sister, sent away, only to be dragged back as a convenient pawn. Her stomach churned. This couldn't be real. A fantasy. A nightmare. A soft knock echoed through the room. The heavy oak door swung inward. A figure stood silhouetted against the morning light. Heart hammered against her ribs. Elara. Sweetly smiling. Hair like spun gold, eyes wide and innocent. The very picture of purity. Yet, Diana knew. Knew the venom beneath the sugar. Knew the calculated glint in those sapphire eyes. Elara wore a delicate pearl brooch. The crest of the Marquis household. *Her* family crest. A cold dread settled in Diana's stomach, twisting into a knot of icy despair. Her entire life, her identity, had been stolen. Replaced. By *her*. "Sister, you're awake!" Elara's voice was a melodic whisper, laced with faux concern. She floated closer, her silk gown rustling softly. "You had us all worried. The journey must have been so tiring." Journey? What journey? Diana’s modern mind reeled. She remembered the plot points of the novel now. The real heiress, Diana, had been cast out years ago, replaced by Elara, a distant cousin passed off as the true bloodline. Now, due to some convoluted magical artifact discovery, the truth had apparently been revealed. The Marquis family, desperate to correct their 'mistake', was bringing the *real* Diana back. Not out of love, but out of obligation and a need to maintain appearances. Elara's hand reached out, brushing against Diana's forehead. A chill, not from temperature, but from sheer animosity, ran down Diana's spine. She flinched, pulling back. Elara's smile flickered, a momentary tightening at the corners of her lips, then instantly reset to innocent sweetness. "Still a bit feverish, perhaps?" Elara murmured, her gaze lingering on Diana's face. "Don't worry, dearest sister. We're all so happy to have you back at the estate. The Marquis and your brothers are eager to see you." Brothers. Four powerful, influential men. Each one cold, distant, and utterly devoted to Elara, their 'little sister' who had captivated them with her seemingly gentle nature. Diana, the true heiress, was a stranger to them, an inconvenience. In the novel, they treated her with thinly veiled contempt, always comparing her unfavorably to Elara. A wave of nausea washed over Diana. This was her reality now. A pawn in a game she hadn't chosen, against a master manipulator who had already won the hearts of everyone who mattered. Her future in this world, according to the novel's original plot, was bleak. A tragic end, discarded and forgotten. Suddenly, a jolt. Not physical, but mental. A flash of light behind her eyes. A dull thud. The world tilted, then righted itself. Elara's face, a mask of concern, swam before her. "Are you quite alright, Diana? You look terribly pale." Elara's voice, though seemingly caring, held an undertone of something else. Satisfaction. Triumph. Diana blinked. The room, the luxurious bed, Elara's face – it all solidified. This was it. No dream. No going back. Her old life, her old self, was gone. She was trapped in the body of a girl destined for misery. But wait. *Professional green tea.* That thought, sharp and unexpected, cut through her despair. In her past life, Diana had been a queen of subtle manipulation. She knew how to play the game, how to twist perceptions, how to make others dance to her tune without them ever realizing it. She had to, to survive in her cutthroat corporate world. They called it 'green tea tactics' – appearing innocent and sweet while subtly undermining rivals. The very thing Elara was a master of. The irony was almost comical. Perhaps, just perhaps, this wasn't an entirely helpless situation. A flicker of something – defiance? Hope? – ignited within her. She knew Elara's type. She knew her playbook. She had *been* her, in a different context. She could fight back. --- Days later, the grand Marquis estate was still a bewildering maze. Diana found herself confined, ostensibly for 'recovery,' but more accurately, for containment. She heard the whispers. The servants eyed her with a mix of pity and suspicion. Elara's reputation as the beloved angel of the house was deeply entrenched. Finally, the carriage. The grand, ornate vehicle rumbled along the cobblestone path. She was being transported to the main manor, where the formal 'reintroduction' would take place. Her brothers, the Marquis. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, watching the opulent scenery blur past. Manicured gardens. Imposing stone walls. A world of privilege and deceit. Across from her, Elara sat, radiating an aura of serene composure. Her gaze often drifted to Diana, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips whenever Diana met her eyes. It was a silent challenge. A declaration of war. Elara knew. She knew Diana was a threat, a loose end, a problem that needed to be managed. Diana clenched her fists in her lap. She felt like a trapped bird, brought back only to be displayed, then discarded. The injustice of it all burned within her. This was *her* family. This was *her* inheritance. This was *her* life that had been so cruelly taken. She looked out at the passing landscape. Fields of wildflowers gave way to the manicured lawns of the estate. The main manor, a colossal structure of white stone and gleaming windows, loomed closer. Her future lay within those walls. A future of struggle, of fighting for every scrap of recognition, of enduring the calculated cruelty of Elara and the indifference of her family. Despair threatened to overwhelm her again. What could she, a woman from a world without magic or noble titles, possibly do against such deeply entrenched power and manipulation? She was outmatched, outmaneuvered before she even began. A strange sensation prickled at the back of her mind. A faint hum, growing louder, more insistent. It felt like a current, an energy, awakening within her very being. She felt a lightness, then a surge of power, not physical, but something… mental. Then, a sudden, jarring sound. Not a voice, but a presence. A distinct, metallic echo reverberated in the hollows of her skull, clear and undeniable. 'Green Tea System Activated. Congratulations host on activating the green tea system. The green tea system will assist the host in changing her faith and survive by the hsot using her grren tea skill frkm her past life to counter attacks the fake green tea heiress moves against the host. Each counter attack turned to the host favour will grant her rewards tk elevate her green tea skills. Firts mission change the assassination outcome Reward: fargil angel aura. Since is the host firl mission the system will give you a gift. You got the injury pack : evry injury the host has basically big or small a or serious injury without damaging her health. Even doctors will think it real. Elara’s smile widened across from her, a glint in her eye that chilled Diana to the bone. But with the system and it's rewards she has hope of survival as she was a master green tea girl in her past life.

Chapter 1: Awakening to Betrayal