My Second Life As An Idol Mga Nobela at Kwento

I blurted out, revealing something I shouldn't have told. Lilith's brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed to seek more truth. "What do you mean by before?" A sigh escaped my lips, knowing it was time to reveal everything. "There's something I haven't told you. I know you might not believe this, but this life is my second life. The first one, I guess, failed because I died, and then I traveled back in this year." Her mouth opened, eyes rounding as shock plastered on her expression. "You mean you were reborn?"

She wouldn't let a little circumstances take her life away from her, the more she thought about being a singer again, the more the devil within her tempted her, tempting her to escape, escape from this bondage, and start a new life far away from this place. Maybe get plastic surgery so no one would recognize her 'Don't be foolish Ida' She warned herself.

“Miss Ross, this patent has made you worth over twenty million overnight, a complete leap in status. What would you like to say?” I took the microphone. Facing a sea of flashing cameras, I smiled—calm, brilliant, and untouchable. “I want to thank the past eight years of hardship. They woke me up. They taught me I should never waste a mind like mine being someone else’s stepping stone. From now on, I decide my own fate.” Thunderous applause filled the hall. On the screen, I shone—radiant, dazzling, impossible to look away from. And below that same screen, in the dark, snow-covered alley, Landon lay like something on the brink of death, staring at that radiant figure until his bloodshot eyes s

It only forced him to see the truth. What he had truly desired wasn't a distant ideal, but me, the one who had been at his side all these years. He stood there in the rain all night and eventually fell ill from the cold. … Two weeks later, I attended a large industry conference representing my branch. Isaac, who had just recovered from his illness, arrived early. By coincidence, Lilith was also present as a representative of her school. During a coffee break, I stood in a corner replying to work messages. Lilith walked over with a cup of hot coffee, acting as if she had run into me by accident.

"You need to be more sensible, Elvira." I spent my entire past life being sensible. I was sensible enough to marry the man the family had chosen for me. I was sensible enough to put up with his abuse. I was also sensible enough to play the part of a happy wife. However, I still died despite being sensible in my past life.

I winced. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can stop—” “No,” I said quickly, surprising myself. “Please… stay.” She paused, then continued. “I used to think things would get better once I was claimed,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But here… being claimed just means you’re used up in a prettier room.” I swallowed hard, the knot in my throat threatening to choke me. “I wasn’t supposed to be here,” I murmured. “I was Luna. A wife and he said he loved me.”

My thoughts are muddled, as I try to remember the few times Isadora and I went off traveling together. What place was it that she had loved the most? Her life here in Ovylian hadn't been bad, but she still wished she had been brought up as me to be able to go sightseeing just because. Both of her parents worked to keep a roof over their heads, food on the table for her and her two brothers, and a sister. And as the third eldest, Isadora was most of the time looked over. She did such atrocious things to get noticed, I think bitterly, racking my brain as try to think of places where Isadora would have gone off to hide.

"I hate myself for following the stiff standards of society and for always thinking that everything is alright ... Leading myself to have a hard time accepting the hard and painful reality I was in." This life ... was full of competitions, achievements and showing-off of your excellence; full of grand things; and full of people who always follow the flow. I'm tired of living that way. After almost dying, I wanted my second life to be the opposite. I won't compete anymore for the sake of getting to the top. Instead, for the sake of my self-improvement. I will start to appreciate the smallest of things so grand things will make me genuinely happy. Lastly, I will not be the people-pleaser that

She said, “Thank you. Because of you I am released.” He said, “you are already suspected for revealing company’s secrets to your friend. You didn’t prove your honesty there. But you prove it here. If I were there when you suspected I would definitely prove that you are not the girl like that. You are not like the one who deceiving others for their own happiness. I know that you would do anything for your beloved ones. You are my ideal type!!!”

Your mother and I certainly won't be able to depend on you to take care of us once we grow old. Just like that, my things were stolen from me yet again. In my previous life, it wasn't until the moment I died that I finally understood—things that could be stolen from me probably never belonged to me in the first place, just like that award-winning painting, the art exhibition, and Mom and Dad's favoritism. There were still some things they could never steal from me, though—my inherent talent and ability to learn. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at my parents. I then nodded and said, "I'll let Jane have it, then."