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
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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
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Chapter: Chapter 14‐ StressAUTHOR Slone is in the living room of the Morreti mansion.She's seated in a velvet armchair by the fireplace. A crystal flute of Dom Pérignon 2012 rests on the side table. Her silk robe is pale gray. Her hair is down. She's alone. The fire crackles. The room smells like expensive wood polish and jasmine.Her phone rings.She glances at the screen. Monica Randall. She picks up."Monica. How lovely to hear from you.""Slone, darling. How are you? How is Amon? Still working himself to the bone, I assume.""You know him. He'll never stop. And you? How's Richard?""Oh, Richard is Richard. Always traveling. Always busy." Monica's laugh is light. Effortless. "But I didn't call to talk about my husband."Slone takes a slow sip of champagne. "I didn't think you did."Monica's tone shifts. Still pleasant. But sharper underneath."Natasha came home from dinner last night. She was quite upset.""I'm sorry to hear that.""Apparently Alexander mentioned he has a girlfriend. Someone he's consideri
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Chapter: Chapter 13- Hunt X Moving inALEXANDER I drive into the Jaeger hunting grounds.The road is unpaved. Gravel crunches under my tires. Trees line both sides—tall, dark, thick with shadow. The GPS doesn't work out here. No signal. No cameras. No witnesses. That's the point.I reach the cabin. It's an old hunting lodge, massive and sprawling, built from dark timber and stone. The windows glow with warm light. Several cars are parked out front. I see Dean's black Audi R8. Of course he's here on time. He's the one who introduced me to this way of life after all.I kill the engine. Step out. The air is cold. Clean. It smells like pine and earth and something metallic underneath.Jax is unloading hunting gear from a truck. He's a big man—former military, built like a tank. He sees me and nods."Morreti. Good to see you.""Jax."He sets a case down. Wipes his hands on his jeans. "Today's going to be fun. We have three to hunt. Dean will give you the details. He's inside talking to the Chairman."Three. Good. Three is eno
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Chapter: Chapter 12: Steps of gunshotsAUTHORNatasha storms into the Randall family mansion.The front door slams against the wall. The sound echoes through the marble foyer. Her heels click against the tile like gunshots. Her hands are shaking. Her face is red. Her eyes are wet with tears she's been holding back for the entire drive from the Morreti estate.The housekeeper appears. An older woman with gray hair and kind eyes. "Miss Nat—""Fuck off."The housekeeper steps back. Says nothing. Disappears.Natasha walks. Through the foyer. Past the grand staircase. Down the hallway. Her mother's room is at the end. The double doors are open. Soft light spills out.Her mother is sitting at her vanity. A silver brush in her hand. Her blonde hair is down. Her silk robe is pale pink. She looks up when Natasha enters.One look at her daughter's face. She sets the brush down."What's wrong?"Natasha bursts into tears.She's a calm, collected person outside these walls. Poised. Perfect. But here. At home. With her mother. She's a c
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Chapter: Chapter 11: The ContractMIAI get out of the car.The cold air hits my face. My legs feel weak. My mind is spinning. I walk toward the building, my feet moving on autopilot. Charlotte is still with Dean, laughing at something he said. I don't look back.I climb the stairs. The familiar creak of the steps. The smell of curry and weed. I reach the apartment door. My hands are shaking as I turn the key.I get inside. The door closes behind me. The apartment is quiet. Dark. I sink into the old armchair, the one with the broken spring that always digs into my thigh. I don't feel it.I stare at the wall.The stranger who I fucked. The professor who pretended I didn't exist. The man who just offered me ten million dollars to be his fake wife for a year.What the hell just happened?I sit there for what feels like an eternity. The chain of events is threatening to destroy my thought mind. One minute I'm a struggling student working double shifts. The next I'm being offered a fortune to pretend to be engaged to a man
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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. ❄️
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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