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And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

Reaches for her robes. Whatever this is — these fragments, these deaths, this sentence written into her soul before she was born — she will not spend another seventeen years simply enduring it. The clan elders have decided this will be the year she sees the outside world. Her debut. The great revealing. The Hidden Daughter of Vaelith, finally presented to a world that has mostly stopped believing she exists. She pulls her collar straight. Adjusts the silver clasp at her shoulder. Catches her own reflection in the dark window glass — pale and still and, in the absence of careful expression, briefly, terribly tired.

Hey everyone, Sorry for not updating regularly like I used to. I took a quick break from writing as the last chapters sadden me. It’s my first time creating a character as young as Bridget (toddler). Unfortunately, she must die for the storyline to move forward. Now that I’m back to writing expect a regular update within this week. Nevertheless, thanks to all the readers who stayed and were willing to stay after such a great loss. In this novel... One thing is for sure: The world is cruel and most of the time villains don’t get punished ~

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

And she would use them. Cassian Veyra had to die. Not slowly. Not secretly. But decisively. She could picture it already; Serina’s scream, Serina’s collapse, the way the nobles’ faith would crumble with her. A duchess without her shield was nothing but a woman with pretty words. And when that happened, Aria would rise. Night deepened over the palace. I had drifted into a half-doze beside Cassian’s pallet, my hand still entangled with his. Dreams pulled at me, flashes of fire, of betrayal, of blades I had yet to see.

But beneath it all, they were just people, and… “Tarra,” I touched her elbow and she jumped, looking down at me. For a moment in her convex pupils, there were shadows that vortexed far further than flesh. “Are you… well?” She touched the jacket I wore over my shoulders, smoothing the fabric, as her eyes returned to the monster. “I killed this monster,” she said to me. “Not in dragon form. I have killed them before, from above, with my fire. But knowing that Ecaeris and Akyran wished Daerton to examine the monsters more closely, I killed this one in my human form, with the sword.”

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!

"You say you were humiliated? How? What happened?" Seraphine nodded, squeezing out a few tears for dramatic effect. Then, she completely twisted the truth. She lied brutally, spinning a victim story out of thin air. She claimed that the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack had publicly disgraced her. She told Killian that Damir had completely led her on, never once mentioning that he already had a mate.

Two headlines that had once defined her ruined world would now never be printed: “Voss Heiress: Damien’s Submissive Lapdog?” “Arabella’s Fall: The Promiscuous Whore with an Angel’s Face?” Both were gone. Burned by the crimson fire of her own will. Elara turned back toward the ballroom, a small, cold, and utterly satisfied smile playing on her lips. Misfortune—evaded. History—rewritten.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th