Romans & histoires Transmigrated Into A Heartthrob Novel And Went Ooc

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

“I should thank you for that. You let me play the heir for a hundred days, and I was able to enjoy such a great study environment. “And when studying got tiring, I even had a beautiful girl keeping me company. With an atmosphere like that, it would be hard not to become the top scorer.” As soon as my response appeared, the comments began flooding the screen. [Did the author change this novel? I’ve read it before, and the plot wasn’t like this!] [How did a sweet romance story turn into a revenge story? The cannon-fodder supporting character’s comeback. I love this kind of face-slapping plot!]

I said indifferently. “Do you need my help?” “Not for now.” I stood up. “Moon’s punishment has only just begun. “I’ll make her watch as everything she’s proud of turns to ashes!” After leaving the club, I returned to my temporary base. It was a penthouse high above the city. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the glittering lights below. Inside, dozens of screens glowed at once. They showed streams of data and information. Eight years ago, after I left this world, I did not return to the real world. I entered the digital space.

Epilogue Isabel I never thought the day would come when I would feel this kind of emptiness. I told myself I was clever, that I was in control, that I could manipulate my way into happiness. But sitting here alone, scrolling through my phone, my heart burns with a jealousy so sharp it feels like fire in my chest. There they were, photos of Seline and her other man, her radiant smile brighter than I had ever seen it. The headlines were everywhere, “Business Tycoon Alex Thompson Engaged to Longtime Love, Seline.”

But I need to do it. If you do, they wanted me to call me crazy because of this mindset? Well, you're free to call me that. You can even slap me because I deserve that. I don't want to see him broken but I still want to continue my plan. MISSION: BREAK MY BOYFRIEND'S HEART. But... But how to break a heart? How to break his heart, I can't break his heart just like that, I love him so damn much… Suddenly, I saw Charles' face flashing in my mind…

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.

This is a matter of the company and my reputation. Since Alexander is engaged to that woman, there’s no need to dig into him anymore. I bet she is only here because my presence threatened her position. But I'm not that type of woman. I would rather stay in my lane than push her buttons. I have experienced enough jealousy from others. They even caused me my death. My past—if that was even my real past. Huh! I don’t know anymore. It’s so confusing. Surely, I think I died and transmigrated to Alexander’s world and then went back here. Then it has to be real.

But then… why had I seen myself in the hospital? I closed my eyes, trying to focus on that vision. I could still hear the frantic beeping of the machines and the desperate attempts of the doctors to revive me. That wasn’t supposed to be me. Or was it? No, it couldn’t be. It was Darren. Darren was the one in that hospital bed, struggling to survive. My breath hitched as the reality began to set in. I’m not dreaming. This wasn’t some twisted hallucination or fantasy. I had actually been transmigrated into the world of the novel. This is real.

"It's raining, so I came to pick you up." I didn't refuse and hooked my arm through his, scooting closer to him. I asked, "Did you wait long? Why didn't you come inside to find me? You missed a great show." He pressed his lips together. "I was afraid that it would be hard for you to explain." "Aw, look at the awkward puppy hinting at Vanessa to make their relationship public." "Check the book description: a dashing succubus female lead versus an awkward, sex-addicted male lead. The genre has shifted from angst to sweet romance—the author did take our advice!"

The overwhelming sensation of drowning jolted me instantly awake. Taking in the familiar surroundings, I finally felt grounded. I was home—my real home in the real world. Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the seven scars on my chest. They were symbolic of the seven times Brielle had saved me and the seven times I'd died for her. And now, I had returned to the real world, carrying all of this with me. I knew, deep down, that it was truly over between Brielle and me. I went to my study and pulled out the novel Brielle was in. Only today did I finally see the title clearly—Unwritten Fate.