Rewriting Fate In A Deadly Plot

Kila's world falls apart when she catches her boyfriend, Zane, in a moment of betrayal at a friend's wedding. Heartbroken and furious, she drives away in a haze of emotions, only to crash her car and wake up in the hospital with no memory of the man she once loved. As Kila tries to rebuild her life, Zane is determined to win her back. He proposes a contract marriage, promising to help Kila focus on her art while he escapes the pressure from his family to marry someone - a total lie and a desperate move for Zane to get Kila back.  However, as they settle into a new home, Kila feels a strange connection to Zane, whose caring gestures stir emotions she can’t explain. With each passing day, their bond deepens, but the truth about their past looms over them, threatening to tear them apart. Will Kila's heart awaken to the love they once shared, or will she remain lost in a fog of forgotten memories?

“Stay away from me.” If he didn't want to agree to this divorce, I was going to make him. Killian, however, staggered, brushing his thumb over his wound. At the sight of his blood he burst into laughter. “My dear wife. You have taken up a new habit.” Rolling his tongue over the bottom of his lips, he nodded attentively. “Bite, stab, hit me, but you are mine.” All the energy drained as I panted. “I hate you.” He smiled. “Good. You feel something for me." *** On the last day of her mate’s burial ritual, Freya was executed by Alpha Killian's mistress. She finds herself in heartbreak when she discovers that her mate had left her with nothing—not even her life. Ten years of marriage erased, as if it never happened. After death, she is reborn, three months into her marriage. Determined to avoid future disaster, she filed for divorce against her executioner. Unexpectedly, her mate—Alpha Killian bluntly rejects her request. He is her ruin, yet she is drawn to him. In this life, things seem out of place because her mate is obsessed. Anything she wants, he wants to give…..even his life. Trapped between trauma, desire, and revenge, Freya faces impossible choices. Reconcile with the man who could destroy or save her? Give in to the devoted Gamma who has never left her side? Or… claim them both. Sometimes, one life isn’t enough.

Sunday, the 10th of July 2030, will be the day everything, life as we know it, will change forever. For now, let's bring it back to the day it started heading in that direction. Jebidiah is just a guy, wanted by all the girls and resented by all the jealous guys, except, he is not your typical heartthrob. It may seem like Jebidiah is the epitome of perfection, but he would go through something not everyone would have to go through. Will he be able to come out of it alive, or would it have all been for nothing?

I’d been in love with Cassian Cross—my brother’s best friend, the one and only mafia boss in the NYC—for as long as I could remember. On the night of my twentieth birthday, my brother promised me a surprise. I didn’t expect that surprise to be a very drunk, very kissable Cassian. One reckless night. One baby boy. Cassian agreed to marry me after giving birth. But the day I gave birth to Leo, Cassian said nothing. He just packed up and vanished to France for nearly five years. Then he returned with Alessia. His first love. And when she saw Leo and me, she ran away and disappeared. After that, Cassian never left my side. Like he was trying to be the man I needed all along, that we were finally going to have our chance. But fairytales are lies wrapped in pretty paper. On Leo’s sixth birthday, we were driving to dinner. The brakes failed. The car spun onto the highway, flames licking at the engine. Cassian got out. And then he locked the door. “If it weren’t for you, Alessia would still be by my side. Now? It’s your turn to suffer.” It wasn’t until that moment I understood—Cassian had never loved me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my twenties birthday. Cassian was in my bed, exactly where I’d left him in the past. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I ran. And on my way out, I made the call I should’ve made the first time. To Alessia.

Opening my eyes in an unfamiliar place with unknown faces surrounding me, everything started there. I have to start from the beginning again, because I am no longer Ayla Navarez and the world I am currently in, was completely different from the world of my past life. Rumi Penelope Lee. The cannon fodder of this world inside the novel I read as Ayla, in the past. The character who only have her beautiful face as the only ' plus ' point in the novel, and the one who died instead of the female lead of the said novel. She fell inlove with the male lead and created troubles on the way. Because she started loving the male lead, her pitiful life led to met her end. Death. Because she's stupid. Literally, stupid. A fool in everything. Love, studies, and all. The only thing she knew of, was to eat and sleep, then love the male lead while creating troubles the next day. Even if she's rich and beautiful, her halo as a cannon fodder won't be able to win against the halo of the heroine. That's why I've decided. Let's ruin the plot. Because who cares about following it, when I, Ayla Navarez, who became Rumi Penelope Lee overnight, would die in the end without even reaching the end of the story? Inside this cliché novel, let's continue living without falling inlove, shall we?

Someone posted a love confession to me on the college's confession wall. But then my roommate's boyfriend left a comment claiming I had slept with every guy on campus. I was furious and ready to call the police. My roommate begged me to forgive her boyfriend, promising she'd make him apologize publicly on the confession wall. But before that apology ever came, an adult video started circulating in the student group chats. Everyone was saying I was the girl in the video. The college summoned me for a meeting and suggested I take a leave of absence. When I went home, my parents refused to acknowledge me as their daughter. I lost everything. Depression consumed me, and with the endless rumors, I finally gave in to despair and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day my name first appeared on the confession wall.

"Rupert Zachary Kilmer. Do you take Lianna Callis Smith as your lawful wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward. For better, for worse. For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health, until death do you part?”  "I most certainly do, father…" Nearing the day, he'd finally be tied to the woman he loves, Rupert Kilmer eagerly waited for her sweet answer. Those two words and the priest's declaration of their union. Yet, as he unveiled the woman in white, the face that appeared wasn't his bride. "Eridessa…? Wait what? Where's Lia?" *** Lianna Callis Smith thought she'd be a lot happier when she regained her vision. Yet, tears drenched her cheeks as she came home after her surgery, finally seeing the treachery she'd been sensing back when she's still blind. Her marriage only lasted…for two years. For the man she so loved, was on top of another, in her very home. Facing the blame of his affair, Lianna watched in melancholy from afar, as Rupert was wed to another. However, to her surprise, it wasn't just her who stood on the same building, watching that very scene. "You…you're—" Before the strange man could mutter his words, both met darkness until they woke up, back in three years time. "Let's get married, Jasper Wayne. Let's show them…what they…who they wasted…this…we don't deserve any of this… "In this life, let's live happily…"

My fiancé, Conrad Reese, fell in love with his secretary, Kelly Dunn, and insisted on breaking off our engagement. I tried to reason with him. "She doesn't have any power behind her; she can't help you become the heir to the Reeses' fortune. You'd be better off keeping her as your mistress." Kelly, feeling insulted, threw herself off a building in front of everyone. Five years later, after he became the heir, the first thing he did was divorce me, destroying my family in the process. "This is what you owe Kelly," he said. I woke up again, and it was my 22nd birthday. Conrad's grandfather asked me what my wish was. "I hope Conrad and Ms. Dunn… will live happily ever after." I bowed slightly and said, "Please, Mr. Jonathan. I hope you'll let me end my engagement with Conrad."

Actress Vinta Serrano, 28 yrs old, was found alone and unconscious in the forest where they were currently filming her latest television series. They rushed her in the hospital, but she's still insensible as the days passed by. Little they did know, the woman was pulled back in the year of 1895, where spanish colonial is reigning in the Philippines. Her soul was rebirth into another woman's body and name. Not just another woman, but into a nun. Hermina Claveria, was passionate in pleasing her parents. It's her happiness, so when they want her to serve in church, she decided to devote herself in serving God's glory. She liked it, but when Crisanto Agapito gives colour in the picture, her world turns upside down. As it is prohibited, she tried to stop whatever she's feeling for him. She keeps praying for her sanity and faith for Him. That it is just His ways to prove her adherence for Him. But, the harder she wants to stop, the harder she's falling for him. Hence, she gave up and decided to follow what her hearts wants. Crisanto's economic status belongs in "lower class" but she rejected the idea and go on loving him. Until one day, Hermina's parents knew about Crisanto and they.. killed him Hermina is holding Crisanto's lifeless body and whisper, "Sa ika-isangdaan at dalawampu't walong taon na pagtatakip ng mundo sa araw at buwan ay muling magpapakita ang ating nakaraan at magsisimulang muli ang panibagong yugto ng ating pagmamahalan. Nawa'y dumating ka, Crisanto. Pangako, aking mahal. Hihintayin kita kung saan tayo nagsimula."

My husband, Garrett Kachmar, vanished overseas with his ex, Linda Sharpe. They left me with one thing—an illegitimate, screaming baby. Twenty years later, I posted that my "son" had passed his exams. He was joining the police force. That's when Garrett came back. With Linda. And a lawsuit. At the plaintiff's table, Linda looked polished—soft makeup, perfect posture. Her voice? Pure control. "After Garrett divorced, we got married and had a big, healthy boy. Jemma couldn't stand seeing us happy, so she stole our son. We searched for twenty years. She refuses to give him back. We're his biological parents. We have the right to take him." Garrett shot me a glare. "Jemma, just because you can't have kids doesn't mean you get to steal mine." The trial was livestreamed. The comments exploded. [Can't have your own kid so you steal one?] [You destroyed a family. Sick.] [Give him back to his real parents!] Then my "son" was called into the courtroom. And the whole room went dead quiet.