FAZER LOGINI died saving a child. My reward? Waking up inside a novel I hated, in the body of Kailani Vincent, the villainess destined to be murdered because of her own stupidity. I'm Kailani Vincent now. Billionaire heiress, professional heartbroken idiot in the original story, and future murder victim. Apparently, the universe looked at my ordinary life and thought, You know what would make this better? Trauma. The only good thing about this ridiculous transmigration? I'm a billionaire heiress! No more exhausting shifts, no more bills, and absolutely NO MORE WORKING! Finally, the universe does something right. Unfortunately, the novel's sweet, supposedly innocent female lead isn't as harmless as she looks. My goals? Avoid the male lead, stay away from his precious girlfriend, and survive. Easy enough, right? Wrong. I can suddenly hear people's thoughts, and Nikolai Bernard—the dangerously handsome man destined to kill me—is back and annoyingly interested in me. There's just one problem. I can't read his mind. Why couldn't I transmigrate into a novel with sensible characters and a hot man who doesn't threaten my life? I only wanted to enjoy my fortune and stay alive. Apparently, even retirement comes with a fucking death threat.
Ver maisEmily's pov If there was one thing I was learning to appreciate about being Kailani Vincent, it was the money.The unlimited, ridiculous, possibly illegal amounts of it.Who wouldn't enjoy walking into a designer boutique, lifting a handbag without checking the tag, and walking out without calculating how many days of noodles it would cost? In my old life, I'd once spent fifteen minutes debating whether I could afford a secondhand pair of shoes. Now my new mother had bought three dresses because she couldn't decide which one suited me.Three. Apparently, indecision was a luxury too."Try this one next, darling," Rosa said, holding up another dress, her eyes bright.I held it against my chest and faced the mirror. Pale green, with pearl buttons, and it fit like it had been made for me. I hated how much I liked it. "Mother, at this rate we'll need a separate building just for my clothes," I said."Wouldn't that be wonderful?" she said cheerfully.I looked to Grandma Camille for backup.
Emily's povZelda was still smiling, still waiting for an answer.I had no intention of giving her one."I honestly don't remember anything unusual," I said, widening my eyes. "Why? Was I doing something embarrassing?"Her smile slipped for half a second. "No, of course not!" she said, a little too fast. "I was just worried about you, Lani. You know how much I care."*Please don't let her have forgotten. That would be a disaster.*I kept my face blank and my hands loose. If I had a dollar for every person who told me they cared while hoping for my ruin, I'd be rich. Technically, I already was."That's so sweet, Zelda," I said, pressing both hands to my chest. "I'm touched. I might cry."She blinked. I blinked back. We stared at each other like two contestants in a contest neither of us had signed up for.Then she gave an awkward laugh. "You're acting so differently lately.""Am I?" I tilted my head. "Maybe nearly dying changed my perspective."*Or she's pretending. What if she remembe
Emily's povI could hear Zelda Graham's thoughts.I stared at her, searching for any reasonable explanation. Maybe I'd hit my head harder than I thought. Or maybe transmigrating into a fictional character came with side effects nobody warned you about.Whatever the reason, this was officially the worst week of my life. And since I'd already died once, that was saying something."Are you alright, Kailani?" Zelda asked, tilting her head, her hand still on the doorknob.*Why is she staring at me like that?*I flinched so hard the bed creaked. That wasn't the voice she'd just spoken with. It was the same one, but her mouth hadn't moved."I'm fine," I said, swallowing.*She doesn't look fine.*"Just tired," I added, gripping the sheet.*Something is wrong with her.*Great. I'd barely survived dying, and now my brain had turned into a public announcement system. Except the announcements were private, and I hadn't subscribed."Then get some rest," Zelda said softly. "You've been through so m
Emily's povThe first thing I felt was a headache. The second was a deep, personal hatred of fainting.I opened my eyes. Gold light slanted through the tall windows, and the chandelier was still there, glittering over me like it belonged in a palace. Then everything came back. Zelda. Kailani. The book. The murder waiting somewhere in my future."Oh, absolutely not," I whispered, and sat up too fast. The room tilted and my skull throbbed. I sank back against the pillows with a groan.A nurse hurried in. "Miss Vincent, please don't move so suddenly," she said, hovering at the edge of the bed."Noted. My brain has filed a formal complaint," I said, pressing a hand to my forehead.She blinked at me like she wasn't sure whether that counted as a symptom. Before she could decide, the door swung open and Rosa and Charles rushed in."Lani!" Rosa grabbed my hand while Charles pulled a chair up beside her, his forehead creased. "Darling, how do you feel?"*Like a woman who died once and woke up


















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