Mag-log inAvery Mane was the girl everyone stepped on until the night she almost died. When she wakes from a coma, an invisible System appears… and it’s offering her a new life, one task at a time. Beauty. Confidence. Money. Luck. Power. Now the office that mocked her wants her. Her cold billionaire boss can’t look away. His rival wants to claim her. Her ex comes crawling back. Even her bodyguard is starting to break the rules. Avery isn’t begging to be chosen anymore. This time, she’s choosing and she’s taking everything
view moreI couldn’t catch my breath. It felt like the oxygen in my penthouse had been sucked out, replaced by a thick, static tension that made my skin itch. I paced the length of the Italian marble floor, my shoes clicking a frantic, uneven rhythm. Fuck Fuck Fuckkkk!!!! How was this happening? This was not part of the plan. How could I have been so stupid? Oh God, what do I do now? I picked up my phone and as usual, Avery Mane was still trending. She had been trending nonstop since that night at the award show. The headlines of every blog all screamed the same thing. “AVERY MANE: SHOT ON NATIONAL TELEVISION” The words were a physical weight in my stomach, cold and heavy as lead. I looked at my phone, the screen glowing with a relentless stream of notifications I couldn’t stop reading, even though every headline felt like a slap. “BUSINESS MOGUL AND AWARD WINNING INFLUENTIAL WOMAN, AVERY MANE SURVIVES ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT” “SECURITY BREACH LEADS TO ATTEMP
The knock wasn’t a request to enter.If anything, it was an announcement. It echoed through the hallway of my home. My father didn't wait for me to answer. He was one of the few people who knew about this house. It was one of the places I had come to heal properly.I would not even let Dominic, Vincent or Elias come around.I needed space to think of my next move.My father pushed into the living room with a stride that said he’d already bought and sold the air I was breathing. I suppose all over protective fathers acted this way. “Avery,” he said, his voice clipped.I managed to adjust on the couch.“Hey daddy”He kissed me on the cheek.“How are you feeling today?” He asked and I shrugged.“I’ve been better”I looked past my father and felt the air leave the room. The man standing there wasn't the kind of "bodyguard" you see in movies that were all bulging muscles and cheap suits. He was just… solid. A silent, handsome, immovable object in a leather jacket. He didn't smile
I didn’t hear the door click. One moment, my vision blurring with the cocktail of exhaustion and industrial-grade painkillers and the next, a familiar voice sliced through the hum of the monitors. “Baby?.” I flinched, my hand scrambling against the stiff hospital sheets for a grip I couldn’t quite find. “Dad!” He had crossed over to where I lay and stood at the foot of the bed, his expensive wool coat draped over one arm like an afterthought. He looked… diminished. His face was a map of gray shadows and drawn skin. There was a quiet, vibrating kind of fear radiating from him. That and something heavier—guilt, thick and stagnant. “You look… awful, oh my baby girl. My innocent baby girl” he said, his voice breaking in the quiet room. “I shouldn't have let this happen.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, trying to pull myself together. If I cried now, he would surely follow.“I’m fine, daddy. Really.” I pressed my lips into a thin line, a lie we both recognized.
The first thing I noticed when I drifted back to consciousness was the throbbing in my shoulder. After that, it was the rhythmic, hum of the monitors as well as the fact that my limbs felt like they’d been dipped in concrete. There was also that odd feeling of emptiness. It was a void where something vital used to sit. I stared at the acoustic tiles of the ceiling, my vision swimming in and out of focus, waiting for my brain to catch up to my pulse. The first coherent thought that formed in my head was “What happened to me?” The memory hit me all at once, a jagged playback of the stage, the lights, the bullet and that glowing, ethereal system that had appeared to me when the world went dark. [SACRIFICE 40% OF ACCUMULATED WEALTH TO SURVIVE] I let out a breath that caught in my dry throat. Forty percent. It was all gone. I didn't need to see a bank statement to confirm it. I could feel the structural shift in my mind, like a pillar holding up a roof had been yanked
There were very few things in life that I didn't have access to and this is far from an exagerration. When my career took off, I learned pretty quick that mony opened doors.Doors to all the things and people that I wanted.Yet somehow, with all the money in my bank account, Avery Mane, the only p
The house was silent.Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it did nothing to warm the cold knot twisting in my chest. I paced the length of my estate’s main hall, socks sliding against the marble floors, trying to shake the guilt gnawing at me.Two powerful men, Vincent and
The moment Avery’s lips met mine again that night, I knew nothing else in my life mattered as much as this woman in my arms. The heat between us was undeniable, feral even, and I was intoxicated by it.We stumbled toward the bedroom, her hands gripping my shirt, my hands sliding down her back, mem
The roar of the Ferrari’s V12 engine was the only announcement I needed as I pulled into the sweeping driveway of my estate. The Grigio Silverstone paint job caught the afternoon light and made the car look like liquid metal.As the engine died down, the massive front doors of the villa swung open
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