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“Xavier goes to prison or he runs. Either way, he stops being your problem.” I stood and moved to the window. The city was still lit up and full of people living their normal lives while mine was collapsing into something else entirely. “I need to go back to the house,” I sighed feeling a headache form. “He’ll start looking if I’m gone too long.” “I know.” “And tomorrow I pretend nothing’s changed.” “Yes.” “And the day after that, everything burns.” Tristan didn’t answer because we both already knew it was true. I left his office and the rxi took me back to the Upper East Side. Back to the house that had never been mine. With the man who was waiting for me there, checking his watch probably

I say throwing my hands up. She turns off the kitchen light on her way to bed, leaving me sitting alone in the dark. The apartment feels smaller than usual. I stay at the table for a long time, listening to the quiet creaks of the building around me, replaying everything over in my mind. I quit my job at the diner. I am moving into Damien Cross’s world. And I still have no idea what I’m walking into or how much of myself I am willing to risk. My phone buzzes on the table, and I glance at the screen.

The debt was styled to my personal account, unavoidable and untransferable unless I actively engineered the redirect. If I ran, fate would still find me. Not through Lucas and Rita if I was far enough away - but through some other circumstance, some other method I couldn't predict. The death was mine. It wouldn't take an innocent substitute like with Dominic or Blair. It would hunt ME down specifically, no matter where I went. So running meant dying blind to an unknown threat. But if I stayed, if I was smart about it, I could engineer the redirect. Make someone else take my exact role - Lucas's fiancée with access to money. Transfer the script, not just avoid it.

“Why am I here?” “You are Luna. Living in my body,” the voice from earlier replied. “I am Alara. The moon goddess has given you a second chance. You and I now own this body. You will have to live my life. You can't tell anyone that you aren't me. You have to promise. Please.” She was begging, and the sound of it brought tears to my eyes. “Then what happens to you?” I asked, and she didn't reply again. I didn't know how I was supposed to be living a life that wasn't mine. How was I supposed to fit in? How long could I keep the cover?

Her family abandoning her. Her little brother slipping away. Her death behind bars. And above it all the most horrifying truth: This world was a book. A novel her roommate had introduced to her in her original life. She’d woken in it once confused and helpless. She died inside its script. And now she had been thrown back to the start. Fate had rewound itself. The heavens had opened their eyes. She exhaled, long and shaky. “This time… no one will write my ending for me.”

"Hear that, Mrs. Pembroke? Everyone's worried about me and telling me not to go back. If you want to know how I became prettier and younger, beg me for it! "Maybe then I'll tell you. Didn't you say you'd pay any price?" So, she'd known all along that I was watching her stream. My heart sank. Recalling the information my assistant had uncovered, I sent her a message. "You're from Montsrutt, right? You never worked at the Larkspur residence. "I heard your husband died under suspicious circumstances. Shall I keep digging?" Without the slightest change in expression, she read my message and sighed at the camera. "There my employer goes again, begging me to come back. It looks like she really can

They were in the dark, never knowing that no one would visit them again. So, they keep to the old homestead, waiting for their eldest daughter forever. However, I had broken free from the family that bled me dry. My career was on fire, with my brand's advertising hitting TriView Media airwaves. With my devoted husband and in-laws who loved me as their own by my side, I was set. I was truly satisfied with my life. I turned from a speck of dust into a shining gem. I earned all the glory and joy.

"You were a victim in this mess, too. As for dinner, don't bother. I'm resigning from the company tomorrow, and it's best if we don't see each other again." The iron wire ring I once treasured as proof of love had turned out to be a cage. Stepping out of the diner, I threw the rusted ring straight into the trash. From now on, I would live for myself.

Before I could kill you! I just close my eyes. Even if I had nothing else to do. Why does this world have its own plan for me?! It was a curse to meet that stupid EL! I couldn’t control anymore my life because of that pervert! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

Vera said, “In the legends about cultivation in the past, there was such a saying, ‘If one can successfully overcome the heavenly tribulation, they will ascend to immortality. If they fail to overcome the heavenly tribulation, they will be annihilated.’. However, besides this, there is actually another possibility, which is to become a Transcendent after failing to overcome the heavenly tribulation. This way, they can rebuild their body and regain their cultivation. It's just that in this lifetime, they will never have the chance to ascend through overcoming the heavenly tribulation again.” Charlie asked in surprise, “Is there something so powerful? Does that mean as long as one's cultivatio