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The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

In a heavy voice, he replied, "You're too emotional, Terrence. There isn't an infinite amount of Narrative favor in this world. You've transferred most of Quinn's fates and opportunities to Yvonne. It's only natural that she's not protected by the Narrative anymore." A hint of pity flashed across his eyes. After a brief pause, he added, "You even forced her to endure hardships that she was never supposed to bear in the first place. Her Narrative favor had already been drained by Yvonne a long time ago. Quinn Sawyer is no longer the female protagonist." Terrence clutched his chest. The ache in his chest made it incredibly difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't believe that he was the reaso

The reply came slower than usual, the three dots appearing and disappearing several times before his answer finally landed. Killian: I know. That's the worst part. I've spent five years assuming I was the villain in someone else's story. Turns out I might just be a man who fell in love with the same woman as his brother, at the worst possible time, for all the wrong reasons at first. I read it twice, then a third time, something tightening painfully in my chest. You're not a villain, Killian. No,came his reply, almost instantly this time. But I might not be the ending either. And for the first time in my life, I think I'm finally okay with that.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

"And you? You are the only part of this city that still feels like it’s worth keeping alive." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping so only she could hear. "But the Carters will play the 'terminal illness' card now. They will try to use her tragedy to guilt the public into forgetting their crimes. They will call it a 'deathbed reconciliation.' Are you ready to be the villain who refuses to forgive even a dying woman?" Evelyn straightened her shoulders, the midnight-blue silk of her gown rustling like a battle flag. "I didn't come back to be a saint, Lucien. If she wants to die, she can do it in the ruins of the empire she stole from me."

"We let them finish. We let the energy peak. And when the seal opens, we are the ones standing in front of it." Austin's grip on my hand tightened until I felt the bones in my fingers grind together. His jaw worked silently, the muscle jumping beneath the skin, and I knew he was calculating the odds of survival against an entity that had maintained the boundary between story and reality before the Council decided to break it. "That is suicide," he said. "That is my fate," I replied. "The villainess dies protecting the university that rejected her. The heroine weeps at her grave and inherits her power. I read this ending a hundred times before I lived it."

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society.

as a mistress? Marcus’s jaw clenched. “She is my mate. I cannot cut her loose. If she leaves this territory, she will feel the rejection sever her soul. She might die.” Bella’s breath caught. Is that why the mate bond kept her tethered to this place? Why she woke shaking, nights filled with inexplicable ache? Her wolf whined softly. Linda spoke, deceptively calm. “Death may be kinder than the life you gave her, Marcus.” Gasps rippled—no one ever challenged an Alpha so boldly.

But why would she make a request to my fiance? "She doesn’t have much time left." Tristan’s voice softened. "Victoria is terminally ill. The doctors say she may not live to see the end of the year. Her final wish is to be a bride having a dream wedding." He smiled at me."You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met in my life. I know you wouldn’t have the heart to say no." My chest tightened, but not with grief—more like rage twisting its claws around my ribs. No. No way. This was so like her.