Who Is The Protagonist In 'Funeral In Berlin'?

“She died betrayed, broken, and with nothing left… then woke up with a second chance.” Natasha Berlin once gave up everything for love, only to be destroyed by the man she trusted most. Betrayed by her husband, abandoned by those around her, and stripped of the future she fought for, her life ended in regret. But fate gives her what no one else can—a second chance. Reborn to the days before her downfall, Natasha is determined to rewrite her destiny. This time, she will not beg for love. She will not lose herself for a man. And she will claim the powerful Berlin empire that should have been hers. There is only one problem. To inherit the company, Natasha must be married. Enter Sebastian Laurent—cold, powerful, dangerously unreadable, and carrying secrets of his own. His solution is simple: a contract marriage that benefits them both. But revenge is easy. Falling for the wrong man again could destroy everything. In a world of wealth, betrayal, family power, and dangerous desire, Natasha must decide: Will she use her second chance to win… or lose her heart all over again?

Stephen was getting hit by a shoe in the morning by his mother and his father shouting at him "When were you planning to tell us that you are engaged to this girl" "I told you I don't even know her, I met her yesterday while was on my way to work" "Excuse me you propose to me when I saved you from drowning 13 years ago," said Antonia "What?!? When did you drown?!?" said Eliza, Stephen's mother "look woman you got the wrong person," said Stephen frustratedly "Aren't you Stephen Brown?" "Yes" "And your 22 years old and your birthdate is March 16, am I right?" "Yes" "And you went to Vermont primary school in Vermont" "Yes" "Well, I don't think I got the wrong person, you are my fiancé" ‘Who is this girl? where did she come from? how did she know all these informations about me? and it seems like she knows even more than that. Why is this happening to me? It's too dang early for this’ thought Stephen

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different. Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine. "Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!" At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked. Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready. I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message. "Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!" It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic. Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."

In Berlin still haunted by the fall of the Wall and a fragile Blood Moon Pact, art student Beatrice Stahl arrives seeking a fresh start. Instead, she walks into a nightmare of blood and fangs. Bitten by both a wolf and a vampire in one chaotic night, Beatrice becomes a cursed hybrid. Her blood holds the ability to break centuries of infertility and war… but it also makes her the ultimate target of Velan, a ruthless vampire lord who believes her rare blood can resurrect his lost love and reclaim his Prussian legacy. He suspects she is the last living link to the legendary Bloodstone, an artifact powerful enough to reshape the supernatural world. Hunted through a city on the brink of war, Beatrice is drawn between a fierce werewolf Alpha and an enigmatic cursed Prince. Alpha Brandon wants to claim her. Vampire prince Velan wants to use her. And Angelica? Her “friend” may be playing the deadliest game of all. Loyalties shatter. Obsession burns. And in the shadows of Charlottenburg Palace and the glittering clubs of Berlin, one question remains: Will Beatrice’s hybrid curse save the city… or destroy everyone she loves?

My husband, Michael Collins, has offered to buy his childhood sweetheart, Natalie Sweeney's virginity for ten million dollars so that she can afford to treat her cancer. I'm about to stop him from doing so when he begins berating me instead. "Natalie has always been prideful since young. If I were to give her money outright, she'd think that I was giving it to her out of pity. It'll bruise her ego instead. "Can you please be more sympathetic toward her? Must you feel jealous over such a small thing?" Instead of replying to Michael, I just smile and nod in agreement. What Michael doesn't know is that I, an infectious disease specialist, have already picked up on Natalie's weird symptoms. She doesn't have cancer at all—she actually has late-stage AIDS infection.