LOGINI hated the heroine. Now I am her. When nineteen-year-old Ashley slips in the bathroom and dies with popcorn in her hair and a love letter unsent, she wakes up inside the worst romance novel she’s ever read as Arianna Salvatore, the pathetic, weepy female lead she couldn’t stand. The catch? Everyone thinks she faked a suicide attempt to win back Damian, her cruel, emotionally unavailable husband. And her sister? She’s gunning for him next. Ashley wants out. But the book has other plans and if she’s going to survive this twisted love triangle, she’ll have to rewrite the story herself. Goodbye, tragic heroine. Hello, chaos.
View MoreThe ride was silent except for the soft jazz humming through the speakers.The driver wasn’t the chatty type, which I appreciated. My stomach twisted again, and I told myself it was just the car’s motion. Maybe paranoia.What exactly was I going to ask Caden?Throw Damian’s accusations at him?I almost laughed at myself.No. I wasn’t here to be dramatic. I was here to think.“Hell no,” I muttered under my breath.The driver’s voice broke in gently. “Ma’am?”I blinked. “Oh — sorry. Not talking to you. Please, go on.”He nodded and turned the music up slightly.The café came into view, small, discreet, lively enough to blend into. . Open enough to bolt,private enough to talk.I paid the driver and stepped out, inhaling slowly.This was it.Either I stop doubting shadows… or I confirm one.Caden was already seated when I walked in.His smile warmed instantly when he saw me, natural, effortless. It did something to my chest that I refused to name.He pulled out the chair opposite him.
It took me five minutes to process everything before I yelped. “Great. Now someone’s taking my pool selfies at midnight. Just what I needed.”Damian snorted or did he cough? I couldn’t tell.I felt the urge to bolt, maybe sprint straight out the door. So I did, I didn’t take two steps before he stopped me with one calm hand.“You won’t see anyone,” he said, sharply. “It’s no use.”I spun on him. “Then what do I do? Stay? Someone sent me a photo. You didn’t even look at it, but somehow you knew the content… and you muttered they’re escalating!” My words came out too fast; I almost bit my tongue.His lips curved ever so faintly. A smile? No… it couldn’t be.I clenched my fists, cracking my knuckles.“Damian, what’s going on?” I asked, surprised at how soft I sounded. “Should I be afraid… or armed?” I demanded.“Nothing to worry about. You weren’t supposed to see this. Just… wrong place, wrong time,” he blurted.“I need to know if I should bolt now, before I die in vain!” I snapped.He
After maybe an hour or two of twisting and turning I still couldn’t sleep.I lay there staring at the ceiling long after the house went quiet, my mind still replaying events from earlier.The text, the world I was now trapped in, the mystery.By the time the hallway lights dimmed automatically, I couldn’t breathe inside that room anymore.So I got up.Barefoot and silent. Damian probably was in his study but I didn’t care, not really. The marble floors were cold beneath my feet as I slipped out of the bedroom and down the back staircase that led to the outdoor pool.The house was asleep.But the water wasn’t.The pool lights cast ripples of blue against the high ceiling, reflections shifting like restless thoughts. The surface moved lazily, disturbed only by the faint hum of the filtration system.Water.My phobia. I stopped a few feet away from the edge. Not close enough to see my reflection clearly.“I hate you,” I muttered to the water.It didn’t respond, of course it didn’t.Whe
The words wouldn’t stop circling in my head.Last time? Digging?They echoed like unfinished sentences, heavy with meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. My chest felt tight, my thoughts scattered, as if someone had knocked the wind out of me and forgotten to let it return.“Arianna.”The sound of my name reached me from far away.“Arianna.”Hands gripped my shoulders. Damian.I startled, sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes—sorry. I’m here.”“I’ve been calling you,” he said, eyes sharp, searching my face. “You spaced out.”“I’m fine,” I said too quickly, forcing a smile that felt painful. Lie. You’re not fine, I screamed internally, but when I opened my mouth. “Just… thinking.”“What was that text about?” he asked.I laughed, light and careless, and slipped my phone into my purse. “Just, Emily. She loves pranks.”His gaze didn’t soften. If anything, it grew more focused. Like he was peeling back layers, deciding which ones were real.He opened his mouth. “You…”But the door opened, just then.Vi
The silence was so heavy that if a pin dropped, I'd hear it choke on the floor.Even my heartbeat sounded too loud.Damian stood up, slowly. “Repeat what you said,” he whispered.I swallowed hard. "Why did you send pretty boy to pick me up anyway?"He laughs softly, deadly "You even gave him a name
“It’s edited right?” Damian asked slowly, his voice laced with dangerous control.Unfortunately, it wasn’t. Obviously, I wasn’t the only one plotting tonight. The night had been anything but peaceful.I looked around. Everyone seemed gleeful, some shocked. Only Emily’s eyes softened when they met m
The junior associate didn’t burst in this time.He slipped in.Quiet. Pale. Sweaty in that special way people get when they’re about to deliver bad news to powerful men.“S-sir, please don’t fire me, I swear I knocked—” he stammered, raising his hands.The poor man looked like he was about to cry.
I charged toward him.Like an Olympic athlete.Like a woman with nothing left to lose. Because I had nothing left to lose in this damn book world.Damian didn’t even blink.Of course he didn’t.He simply leaned back in his leather chair, cool and bored, as if he’d been expecting this exact moment s






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