Reborn to die again? Hell no!
He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥
I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive.
I didn't know he'd look at me like that.
Like he wants to devour me whole.
The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend.
"Say my name," he growled.
I couldn't. My brain short-circuited.
So he made me.
Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive.
"You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it."
And God help me—I do. 😩
There's a kingdom out there. Jealous women. Hidden enemies. A villain pulling strings.
I don't care.
Not when he's looking at me like this.
Not when his lips are on my throat, and my back is arching, and I can't remember my own name.
He's supposed to be the cold Duke. The unfeeling Prince.
But underneath me? Above me? Inside me?
He's everything.
I came to him for protection. 🔥
I'm staying for the pleasure. 🥵
And if anyone tries to take this from me?
They'll learn what happens when you wake a sleeping dragon.
...Because this girl? She's done playing the side character. 💋
She's claiming her man.
And she's not letting go.
“Reborn to die again? Hell no!”— here, survival meets sin. 😈
P.S. — You're going to need a cold shower after this one. You're welcome. ❄️
Read
Chapter: Chapter 5- The ContractPAIGEA sharp knock pulled me from a deep sleep. Pale morning light filled my room, falling across the rumpled silk covers of my large bed."Miss?" a voice called softly from the other side of the door. "It's time to wake."I groaned and buried my face deeper into my soft pillow. The room was warm and quiet. A book lay open on my nightstand next to a burned-down candle."Just a little longer," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. "Please. Just a few more minutes."I heard a quiet sigh from the hallway. "Very well, Miss. But only a few." I smiled, curling back under the warm blankets, grateful for the small victory.The maid’s knock came again, a little louder this time. “Miss, you really must get up now.”I pulled the velvet covers over my head. “Five more minutes,” I begged, my voice muffled by the blanket.“I’m sorry, Miss, but I can’t,” the maid insisted, opening the door just a crack. “There’s a message. It just arrived.”“Just leave it on the desk,” I sighed, not moving. “I’ll r
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 4: Reporting to The KingNoah“Alex, keep an eye on her…make sure you find out everything about her,” I say, obviously intrigued by her.I walked down the long, quiet hall toward the King's chambers. My boots were loud on the stone floor.That woman. She cornered me. She knows a secret—something she shouldn’t. Now she’s forcing my hand.A part of me is furious. “How dare she threaten me?”But another part is… curious. “It was a clever, bold move. I didn’t see it coming”.But the King already knows the truth. Our plans are too important to be broken by her games. I have to tell him. It is the only way.I feel frustrated that I was caught. Intrigued by her boldness. But mostly, I feel a cold dread. Telling the King I was weak enough to be cornered is a bitter feeling.I must warn him. This disruption must be handled before it ruins everything. I just hope my honesty will prove my loyalty, not my failure.I reached the heavy doors of the King's chambers and the guards let me pass.The King was sitting at his larg
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 3- The First Meeting With the DukePAIGEIt's evening, and I'm in my room getting ready for the ball in the Palace.“I have to devise a plan to get out of my engagement with Christian,” I think to myself while my maid does my hair.I have an idea, but it will be quite a gamble, since I have the intention of changing the original storyline. It's going to be tricky.In the original story, Paige Rimestone is a side character, not the Heroine of the story, the actual Heroine is Paige's best friend and she's out studying abroad, and she doesn’t return till after Paige's death, there she investigates in the process sparking a love flame in the heart of the cold Duke.ButI'm going to have to take matters into my own hands if I'm going to change my fate. “I'll just make some changes, nothing serious, “ I think to myself.I start strategising. “The only way out of this is getting help from a more superior noble, but only one comes to mind--Noah Wingknight,” I think to myself.Paige never met Noah in the novel. I'm not sure if
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 2- RebirthPAIGEI woke up. Everything is soft. I am warm, buried under a heavy blanket. My eyes open slowly. I am confused.The cold and the river are gone. I am in a quiet room, in a soft bed. I am safe.“Wait, I'm alive?,” I look around the unfamiliar surroundings in utter confusion, trying to figure out exactly how I got here.My attention is drawn to the sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door.“Miss Paige!... Are you awake?... Can I come in?...,” the unfamiliar voice continued.She addressed me as ‘Miss Paige.’ I thought to myself as I jumped off the bed, heading straight to the mirror.I'm completely stunned by what I see, I'm different, I'm not me but I'm me. The voice continues, “Miss Rimestone!...”. I'm dumbfounded, I was ‘Paige Rimestone’. A character from my favourite fictional novel.“Come in!” I finally replied to the voice. It was a young lady, probably in her 20s, I watched her as she came into the room.“I'm here to get you changed, Miss. Lord Christian is here to see you
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 1‐ DeathSANDRA“I'm just saying! It's probably just some con artist or something. Mediums aren't real; God doesn't just grant some people abilities,” I say, to Elena as I sink into the old, squicky, almost coming apart armchair.“You're being nonchalant as usual; this is a serious matter! You might die tomorrow for all we know,” She says, obviously frustrated.We had gone to see a fortune teller, and my fortune was quite the tragedy.“I'm not going to die, so just give it a rest! Plus, it's late and you should go home.” I sound very dismissive, not wanting to talk about whatever she had to say.Elena sighs and leaves, knowing it would take much more than her words or anyone else's to get me to budge.I sigh as I sink deeper into the jagged chair, every movement causing the floorboard to creak as my weight shifts now and again.I've always enjoyed my own company, the kind of girl who would rather spend my time face buried in one book or the other, letting thoughts wander, with the ifs and what
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 20- Watcher X RingAUTHOR The street is busy. Cars pass. People walk. The evening lights creep in. The roads light up with the moon and artificial lights. It's the kind of night where nothing seems wrong. Where everything looks normal. But Mia feels uneasy. She stands at the car door. Takes in her surroundings. Something is off. She can't see what. She can't name it. Just a feeling. A prickle at the back of her neck. The sense that someone is watching. James opens the door. She disappears into the car. The black Range Rover pulls away from the curb. The street returns to its usual rhythm. But in the alley that connects Charlotte's house to the side street, a man pulls his hoodie tighter. Puts on his nose mask. Watches the car until it turns the corner. Then he disappears into the shadows. — — — Meanwhile, in the Randall estate, Natasha is pacing her bedroom. The room is large. Lavishly decorated. Pink and gold. Silk drapes. A crystal chandelier. A four-poster bed with too many pillows. It's th
Last Updated: 2026-10-06
Chapter: Chapter 19- ConvoMIAWe spent the whole day shopping.Diana is a force of nature. She dragged me through SoHo, the Upper East Side, and finally to Bergdorf Goodman. She made me try on things I would never have picked. Silk blouses. Tailored blazers. Cashmere sweaters. Jeans that cost more than my rent. Heels that made my feet scream.Now I'm in my room. Surrounded by bags. Clothes everywhere. I need a break.I pick up my phone. Dial Charlotte's number.She picks up almost instantly. Her voice is cheerful. "Hey, girl! It's been a while. I was starting to think you forgot about your bestie."I laugh. "A lot has happened. I want to meet up.""Come now. I have a date later.""A date?""Yes. With Dean."I blink. "You don't say.""I do say. Now get your ass over here.""I'll be there in a few minutes."I grab my purse. Head down the elevator. James is waiting. I give him Charlotte's address.The drive out of the underground parking lot is smooth. The city passes in a blur. The drive is not short, but it's n
Last Updated: 2026-10-01
Chapter: Chapter 18- Bedhead MorningMIAWe make it to the car.My face is still warm. Still red. From two gestures. Two simple gestures. Tucking my hair behind my ear. Taking my hand. That's all it took. I'm pathetic.He opens my door. I enter. He closes it. Walks over to his side.He gets in. Looks at me. Then ahead."Are you alright?"I blink. Why is he asking like he cares?"I'm fine.""Your face is red."That makes me blush even more. I get defensive. "I said I'm fine."He starts the car. "You did well today."I cross my arms. "Well, I had to. I signed the contract, after all."He smirks. Takes a left turn. "You're a very good liar. I'm going to have to be careful around you.""I saw an opportunity and took it. What's that saying about lemons?""When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.""Yes." I nod. "That right there was me making lemonade from your mother's question."He laughs.It's the first time I've ever seen him laugh. And it's... beautiful. His face changes. Softens. And there—dimples. He has dimples.
Last Updated: 2026-09-30
Chapter: Chapter 17- The DinnerMIAI feel my palms getting hot. Sweaty. Every eye in the room is fixed on me. I'm a specimen under a microscope. A bug pinned to a board.Alexander doesn't let go of my hand. His grip is firm. Steady. The only thing keeping me from bolting.I take in the scene.The man at the head of the table is terrifying. He looks like Alexander but older. The same sharp cheekbones. The same ice blue eyes. But there's white in his hair now. Silver at the temples. And his eyes—they could freeze the sea. They're fixed on me. Unsettling. Calculating. This is his father. Amon Morreti.The Asian woman beside him must be his mother. Slone. She gives me a smile. It doesn't reach her eyes. It's polite. Cold. The kind of smile you give a stranger you're already planning to destroy.The other two women are also intimidating. Not because they're powerful. But because they look like they belong here. The younger one—blonde, beautiful, perfectly dressed—glances at me. Then looks away. Dismissive. Like I'm a st
Last Updated: 2026-09-28
Chapter: Chapter 16- The Calm before the StormMIATwo days.Two days of letting the cover story sink in. Two days of memorizing facts I don't believe. Two days of pretending this is normal.And now it's here. The dinner. The meeting. The performance of a lifetime.Apparently, Alexander and I have been dating for almost a year. We met at an auction. An auction. I've never even been to an auction. I wouldn't know what to do at an auction. Bid on something? Raise a paddle? Faint from the price tags?This farce is more trouble than it needs to be.I've been keeping all the information he gave me in my head. Actively meditating on it. Because I don't trust my memory. Not with this.How we met: An auction. Some charity event. He noticed me across the room. Our eyes met. The rest is history.How long we've been together: Six to nine months. We haven't settled on an exact number. He says it's better to be vague. I say it's better to be consistent.What I do: This is where it gets complicated. Dean—his idiot best friend—offered a cover-up
Last Updated: 2026-09-23
Chapter: Chapter 15- Awkward EncounterMIA It's morning. I have classes today. I get up. My body aches from sleeping in a bed that's too soft. Too big. Too unfamiliar. I take a quick bath. The water is hot. The scented oil, the shampoo, the soap—they all feel different. Expensive. Like I'm using some kind of holy relic. I wash my hair. The lather is thick. The scent is floral. Jasmine and something else I can't name. Don't get me started on getting dressed. I open the door to the walk-in closet. It's the size of Charlotte's entire apartment. Rows and rows of clothes. All designer. All my size. I'm hyperaware that I'm about to wear clothing that a man picked. Not just any man. Alexander. I start with underwear. I stare at the drawer. La Perla. Agent Provocateur. Chantelle. Fleur du Mal. Silk. Lace. Delicate. Intimate. This is really too much. After what feels like a lifetime, I settle on an outfit. Not too much. Comfortable. A cream-colored cashmere sweater from Loro Piana. Dark jeans from Rag & Bone. Simple. Underst
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
LOGIN
