Side Characters Second Life Novels & Stories

She then exhaled deeply. The helpers approached Golder in a respectful manner while dressed in dresses of the purest white. They moved with elegance, and the room was filled with the gentle reverberation of their footsteps. As they assisted Golder in disrobing, their eyes were filled with a mixture of pity and respect. Golder found solace in the delicate touches that they provided. Despite the turbulence going on inside of her, Golder was grateful for their constant support. She had been raised alongside these assistants, who had been by her side since she was a youngster and had developed into like family to her over the course of that time.

"Oh come on, I know that's not what you meant. Besides, it was my mistake in the beginning after getting dragged here by the princess so that he could actually have his chance to confe--" I was taken aback as I realized what I was rambling on about. Taking a slight glance at Sean's expression, I was shocked to see his calm and expressionless face while he stared at me talking. Realized I was being too informal in my way of speaking that it is punishable by the death sentence in this timeline. Come to think of it, ever since meeting this warlock, my unexpected life as a side character began to turn around in another situation after the other. I should be only an inspector among the readers.

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

Kane smiled and Mrs Anderson began to blush from ear to ear. “I see you're a man with a sharp memory. No wonder you're cut out for business. Am sure the woman in your life would love having you in her life, speaking of woman...” Mrs Anderson caught Mariana's arm on Kane and slyly asked, “So...can I expect the both of you?...” But Kane was quick to notice and reply, “No Mrs Anderson. Mariana is just a friend and a good eye for sense of fashion. She's my company at this fashion show.” For some reason Kane couldn't help but turn around in hopes of finding that woman with the name Madeline but found no one except guests making their entries through the entrances.

“You will either marry Caspian or Arnold. Our shipping business needs the protection of the Falcone family.” Suddenly, a familiar voice rang clearly in my mind. ‘This time, I’ll make sure I choose the perfect husband first.’ I snapped my head toward my sister, Leia. She was gracefully smoothing her skirt, a sweet, flawless smile on her face. However, what I had just heard… Was that her inner voice? ‘In my last life, I married that violent lunatic Caspian and lived in fear every single day. This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead.’

No one believed that. The poster then started a livestream. The ones who appeared on camera were the long-missing Winona and Sonny. Winona looked exhausted, and only her upper body could be seen. Sonny sat on a chair beside her, looking like he was forced to be there. In front of the camera, Winona apologized sincerely on Sonny's behalf. Everyone on the internet cursed at them for wasting their time. Slowly, things cooled down, and my life seemed to return to normal. But one phone call disrupted the peace all over again.

The atmosphere of the whole room seemed to revolve around him. In my past life, Vittore was the last person I saw before I died. He rushed into the hospital ward and tried to get the doctors to resuscitate me, but it was of no use. He stared at my lifeless body on the hospital bed as something inside his ice-blue eyes shattered. It was only then that I understood that this man of a few words was likely the only person on my side. It was just a shame that the realization came too late. It wasn't too late now, though. I strode toward the head of the table in my high heels, the clicks against the marble floor resounding through the silent room.

They laid me out before Roxanne like a dead fish. I wanted to ask her why she had to destroy me this way. She spoke first. "Look at you," Roxanne said lightly. "This is how a side character is supposed to end. Don't look so surprised. I'm a player too, and I'm the heroine of this world. What gives a mere supporting character like you the nerve to steal my male leads?" So that was it. At that moment, I almost wished she hated me enough to kill me outright. I was done with this game. Done with the mission. I wanted to go home.

In my last life, Brad Moss became a tycoon precisely because I was the strategist behind the scenes. "How did you know about this project?" he asked. He took the file and flipped through the pages. In my last life, that project had been Brad's. He'd treated me well then, so I gave him the plan that secured the deal. This time, without me helping him, it had fallen into Alexander's lap. "I did my research," I said with a faint smile. "Mr. Morland, I can prepare proposals like this for you regularly. On one condition: in public, we play the part of a family. In private, we lead separate lives."

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once