S. Israel
I died in my original world believing I understood the story of a villainess who lost everything, then I woke up in her body.
Calista Drevane was the most hated woman in The Last Dawn, a novel I had read before my death. In forty-three days, the apocalypse would begin. The heroine would awaken a legendary ability, become humanity’s savior, and win the heart of Evren Sable, the ruthless commander destined to execute Calista for her crimes.
I knew how the story ended.
Calista would be betrayed, branded a traitor, and killed by the man she loved.
Unfortunately for everyone, I have no intention of following the script.
I don’t want the commander, the heroine’s destiny, or a death sentence for people who would rather see me buried than admit they need me.
My plan is simple: acquire resources, build a sanctuary, and survive.
But changing the story has consequences. The heroine begins losing the future she was promised. Survivors abandon the woman they once worshipped to follow me. Evren, who should despise me, grows suspicious of my actions and dangerously unwilling to let me out of his sight.
Then I discover something impossible. The history I remember is a lie.
The villainess I replaced may have been humanity’s greatest protector, and the man destined to kill me remembers a love neither of us should have shared.
Someone erased our past. Someone is manipulating the apocalypse. And the man responsible for the world’s suffering is preparing to finish what he started.
I entered this world to survive a story already written. Now I’ll destroy the ending, expose its author, and decide who deserves to survive the apocalypse.
Even if the man I am falling for once held my life in his hands.
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