Novel & Cerita My Second Life As An Idol

Each beat faded, as if someone were slowly lowering the volume. Then everything I had lived through here rushed past in shattered, glittering fragments. Twenty-one years in the Great Wayland Dynasty. I had been reborn into this body before I could even form words. I had four targets. The System had laid out the rules with brutal clarity: earn Absolute Affection from any one of them, and the version of me in my original world would be cured of the terminal illness waiting there like a sealed door. Four chosen men, brilliant and untouchable, upheld the nation. Every one of them came to hate me to the bone because of the heroine. This was not the kind of hatred that sought explanations or apolo

Madeline hesitates, “Is there something you don’t dare to share with me? I hope you know you can trust me with your secrets. I’ll always be in your corner.” I contemplate telling Madeline about this being my second attempt at life, as far as I know at least. Maybe I’ve failed before and I’m stuck in this endless loop until I get it right. Only allowed to keep the memories of my first life. How many times have I tried this? Does the Moon Goddess change things every time? If she does, are they the same things? Have I been mated to Maverick before? Have I been mated to Hartley more than once?

Or some creepy rebirth ritual by a bored cosmic god who decided to play with my life when I made that prayer while falling. Is this my second chance? Did something…or someone…pull my soul from my dying body and shove it in this one? My breathing turned harsh. If this is a second chance at life…fine. Good. Bonus life unlocked. But I swear…I’m not letting anyone treat me like dirt again. No more begging to be loved. No more trusting the wrong people. No more being weak. This time…I will protect myself. This time…people will bleed before I do. But first, I need to survive long enough to understand this world.

Adrian stood in the middle of them with his golden wings half-open, bright enough to fool anyone who had never seen the rot behind the light. In my last life, that face had fooled me for years. I had believed if I loved him hard enough, those proud wings would one day bend for me. In the end, he replaced my dragon-breath medicine with slow poison and let me die carrying his child, while my dragonfire went cold in my chest. So when he looked me over with familiar disgust, my heart did not even twitch. “What are you doing in my grandfather's palace again?” Adrian asked. “Trying to make Lord Alaric plead your case? Or are you here to remind everyone that your grandfather once saved his life on

My name was in the first place, and in the second was his maternal grandmother, Edith Morse. I froze for a few seconds, then smiled. It turned out that love didn't have to be a guessing game, nor did it have to wound first just to prove it was real. Some time later, I saw Lionel at an industry summit. He was more poised than he had been two years ago, articulate and composed, still just as striking on stage. His career hadn't fallen apart; if anything, it had only flourished. But that success had nothing to do with me anymore.

"Family? You registered me as family?" "Yes. I’m not going to stress over gossip. Humans are so strange—why make life so difficult when you could just sit down and have a drink?" he grumbled. "You should have known the risks of being an idol, Drex!" "I just like to sing. I’m a singer—why do they expect so much more from me?" "I know! But you have thousands of fans!" "Oh, I know I’m charming," he grinned. "But the price of being this handsome is apparently terrifying."

In my last life, it was exactly Courtney's manipulations that turned everyone against me. But now, I had seen through it all. I no longer cared what they said. The Moon Goddess had given me a second chance. In this life, I would live for myself. Right then, the statue on the altar stopped crying, as if it were telling me that I would never shed tears for anyone again.

And her wolf wanted only one man—his brother, the outcast, the danger. She pressed her hands to her chest, feeling the thundering beat beneath. In her first life, she had been blind. She had chosen wrong. This time, she would not. But as the moonlight spilled across her bed, Elara knew the truth: whatever path she chose, the palace would burn before it let her go easily.

She gripped my hand tightly, her gaze locked on Owen Lockwood. When their eyes briefly met, she quickly looked away, her face flushed with embarrassment. Meanwhile, a cold, mocking smile tugged at my lips. In my past life, I, too, had fallen for Owen's charming facade. My grandfather, father, and older brother were all doctors, and I had followed their path. Thanks to my skills, I earned the nickname "Magic Healer" in Jewel Creek. It was my reputation and appearance that made Owen choose me as his fiancee.

No, you stop. Someone gave me the gun. And there she goes with the lies. I can't lie about this. You know that, don't you? I can't believe I ever considered you to be a good person. A good friend. Samantha, I didn't do it. I can't believe it. I can't believe I ever thought of you as a friend. Stop Samantha! Traitor! You should probably die! Someone, please..-please... believe me. I'm your friend, believe me.