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If truly Selene was the villain, then I had to find a way to change her/my fate. Then I remembered a book I read in my past life. It was the only reincarnation book I ever read but it was not to my taste so I never finished it. It was a book was about a woman who died and woke up in her favorite novel but she was the villain of the story. She knew the plot well so she used her knowledge of future events to change her fate. Maybe I had to follow her path but first, I had to figure out what book this might be.

My body seemed to go into shock as I became paralyzed, hanging low from the noose. Tears poured down my cheeks and I gasped for breath as the lack of oxygen was making my lungs burn. My vision was getting blurrier as I began to lose touch with reality. It was slow and agonizing. The faint sound of clapping and cheering was all I could hear as my life slowly slipped away from me. "Goddess Selene please hear my prayer. Give me a second chance at life to make my enemies pay, to get that which is rightfully mine but this time, please make me the Villainess......." I prayed internally as everything suddenly faded to black.

Adrian Reeves had exactly two seconds left to live. And he was spending both of them hating a web novel author. The truck's headlights filled his vision. Death was rushing toward him. Yet instead of thinking about his family, his future, or the countless regrets he should have had, Adrian could only think about one thing. Cassian Nyx. The villain deserved better. For three years, Adrian had followed every update of Chronicles of the Celestial Hero. Eight hundred chapters. Eight hundred chapters of betrayals, wars, and heartbreak.

She frowned as she wondered whether Eve killed Lilian by accident or if it was intentional. “No,” Tracy replied. “Then…” Lilian started speaking but then glanced at Alaine. “If you aren’t her sister, why are you calling her mother, mom?” “Oh,” Tracy replied, understanding what was happening. “Well, she is a fake heiress. Do you get it now?” Tracy said, stunning everyone. “Tracy,” Alaine said in a low yet commanding tone, as she didn’t like Tracy’s words. Tracy turned to her mother, her eyes staring at the woman with no ripple of emotions. “What? She stole my life. What is there to hide? People will find out sooner or later, or…”

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

"And that, Mason, is the difference between a story and a life. In stories, enemies stay enemies. In life... people change. Circumstances change. The world turns, and what was true yesterday becomes false tomorrow." She thought of the novel she had read in her previous life, the neat categories of hero and villain, the tidy arcs that resolved in satisfying conclusions. She had believed in those categories once, before she woke in Lumira's body and discovered that the villainess was just a girl trying to survive, that the heroine was dead and her corpse worn like a mask, that the world was infinitely more complicated than any author could capture. Astrid Fenrir was not in that novel. Neither

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

Chapter 20 ZIRAEL Solaya was speaking again, her voice filled with smug satisfaction as she circled the bound woman like a predator playing with wounded prey. "Look at that. The little brat is just as weak as her mother. Without a wolf, she's nothing." She moved closer to Avaline, her perfect features twisted with malice that made her beautiful face look ugly and distorted. "And with her eighteenth birthday tomorrow, I'm not sure she'll even get her wolf. The Moon Goddess doesn't favor the weak."

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 ~