A Second Sunrise

A Second Sunrise

Princess Esther Ayibapreye Matthew · Ongoing · 80.8k Words

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Introduction

After a devastating betrayal and heartbreak in her modern life, Isabella thought her story had come to a tragic end. But fate had other plans. She awakens in the body of Lady October Catherine Windsor—an outcast noblewoman in a world pulled straight from the pages of a manhwa.
October’s life is far from a fairy tale. Born of a scandalous love between a Duke and a common pianist, she is scorned by the nobility and tormented by her own family—especially her twin sister, May, and the cunning Anna Marie. Her existence in the Windsor estate is a careful dance of survival.
But Isabella is no longer the girl who suffered in silence.
With her soul reborn in October’s body, she carries the strength of two lives, determined not to repeat the heartbreak of the past. As she navigates courtly intrigue, cruel siblings, and the weight of her family's legacy, she refuses to bend to those who want her broken.
Everything changes when she meets Emperor Baldwin of the Northern Kingdom—stoic, guarded, and dangerously alluring. What begins as a chance encounter soon becomes something deeper. In Baldwin, October finds not only unexpected tenderness, but the possibility of a second chance at love.
But love in this world comes with a price.
Enemies lurk in silks and shadows, and her presence threatens delicate alliances. October must choose—cling to her past, or risk everything for the future she never dreamed she'd get.
Will she rewrite her fate, or be swallowed once again by a world that was never kind to girls like her?

Chapter 1

cream-colored accent of the well-polished walls gleamed with quiet delight, reflecting the soft morning light that streamed in through pristine white curtains. That gentle glow bathed the room in warmth, spreading across every surface like a lover’s touch. The space was awash in soft hues of cream and beige—two colors that seemed to battle for dominance, and yet somehow managed to complement one another in perfect harmony.

Everything was quiet. Peaceful. Still.

At the center of the room stood a singular, elegant canopy bed, immediately drawing the eye and commanding reverence like a throne. Upon closer inspection, the delicate carvings on its frame suggested it belonged in a palace—an heirloom, perhaps, or a national treasure. Intricate vines and roses curled along its frame, each blossom lovingly chiseled into the wood. Drapes of soft gauze hung like clouds from the posts, offering a sense of dreamy enclosure.

Nestled within its embrace lay a form that seemed sculpted by the divine. Her skin, like milk kissed by moonlight, peeked from beneath silk pajamas and was further cradled by cotton bedding that looked too pure to touch. Her snow-white hair spilled across the pillow in soft, tangled waves, forming a luminous halo around her head—as though the bed cradled not a girl, but something ethereal, something unearthly.

Her features were refined, poised. A heart-shaped bow defined her lips, while thick, dark lashes fanned over cheeks dusted with tiny freckles that sat like whispered constellations beneath her eyes. It didn’t detract from her beauty—it enhanced it. Gave her a wild, uncatchable quality. She looked like a dream you’d wake up mourning.

Then—

The figure stirred.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the hush of the morning. Slowly, almost cautiously, she pushed herself upright. Her long, platinum-blonde hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall, catching the light with every movement. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing irises of pale gray—soft, piercing, curious. She blinked, eyes sweeping the room with cautious wonder.

“…Where… am I?” she murmured groggily, her voice thick with sleep. There was a vulnerability to it—like something raw, newly born.

She rubbed at her eyes, squinting as though the golden light offended her, and looked down at her arms. Her breath caught.

What the hell?

Her skin, which had once held a caramel warmth, now looked like snow tinged with sunlight. She blinked in disbelief, hands trembling as she brought them closer to her face. Her fingers looked too slender. Her wrists, delicate. They weren’t hers. Not really.

“This isn’t right,” she whispered. “This—this isn’t me.”

Am I dreaming?

She threw the covers aside and slid from the bed, bare feet meeting the plush cream carpet with a muted thump. It was soft—softer than anything she’d ever stepped on. The room around her was foreign, opulent, unreal. It looked like something pulled straight from a fairy tale—a princess's chamber. The bed, the sheer curtains, the ornate vanity cluttered with beauty products and crystal perfume bottles—it all shimmered with delicate luxury.

She walked toward the mirror on the wall, her steps slow and hesitant. Each movement felt like trespassing, like she might shatter the dream if she breathed too loudly.

And then—she saw her reflection.

She stumbled back.

A stranger stared at her.

Her lips parted as if to scream, but no sound came. Pale, luminous skin. White hair. Pale gray eyes framed with lashes thick and long. Who—what—was she?

“What is this? Whose body is this?” she whispered again, as though repeating it would force the world to make sense. “Why do I look like this?”

She grasped at the vanity, needing something solid beneath her hands. Her heart raced, thundering wildly in her chest like a drum echoing through empty halls. This has to be a dream. Or a coma. Or…

And then—

A rush of memory slammed into her like a cruel wave.

---

She was standing in a taxi line, suitcase in hand, her shoulders heavy from the journey home. Her skin had glowed with warmth then, sun-kissed from a work trip. Her lips curled into a smile, giddy and aching with anticipation. She was going to surprise him. Her fiancé. Her person. The man she was going to build a life with.

She imagined his face when she walked in. The smile that tugged at his lips when he was caught off guard. The warmth of his embrace, the slightly-too-long kisses he always gave when they’d been apart.

She was glowing. Hopeful. Radiant with love.

The key turned in the lock.

She kicked off her shoes quietly, already grinning to herself. She crept down the hallway like a thief, suitcase trailing behind her, and made her way to the bedroom.

But then—noises.

Soft.

Rhythmic.

She paused, blinking.

Feminine moans.

Her brow furrowed. That couldn’t be—

She stepped closer. The bedroom door was ajar, the hallway light pouring in just enough to make shadows dance. Her fingers touched the edge of the door.

“God, your dick feels like magic.”

“But you like that, don’t you?”

“Nn-egh—”

Everything stopped.

Her breath caught. Her limbs locked. The suitcase slipped from her grasp.

The voice—his voice. She knew it like her own.

Her fiancé of six years lay tangled in their sheets with another woman. The very sheets they’d chosen together, the ones she’d wrapped herself in after long days, dreaming of their wedding.

“No,” she whispered. “No, no—”

The other woman laughed. A giggle, breathy and cruel.

She turned and fled.

The hallway blurred. Her chest ached. She couldn’t breathe. The apartment walls pressed in on her. She couldn’t be there—not one second longer.

Tears blurred her vision. Her legs moved of their own accord, carrying her through the building’s front doors, barefoot and broken. The sky opened up above her, and rain poured down like the heavens mourned with her.

She ran.

Through puddles, across streets, down endless blocks. Pain chased her like a predator. Her heart beat too fast, like it might shatter her ribs. She couldn’t stop. If she stopped, she’d collapse.

“I can’t breathe,” she sobbed into the night. “Why did you do this to me?”

No answer but thunder.

“I loved you,” she cried, voice breaking into fragments.

She staggered forward, aimless, soaked to the bone. City lights spun around her like a carousel. Her mind was unraveling. Her heart was ashes.

And then—

Blinding headlights.

A screech of tires.

Her scream never made it past her lips.

Pain. Then darkness.

Silence.

“I died.”

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