Until The Tragic Male Lead Walks Again Novels & Stories

“What happened to Jade is very tragic. Well not to me, but to you. The reason I killed her cannot be said to you, but to me she deserved it. Maybe when you understand the Mafia world better, I will tell you about it.” “I don't want to know about the Mafia world”, I said as tears continued to pour down my face. “Oh but you will know soon. You and I are getting married. You had better find what to do with your little boy Ryan that you think you have a perfect love life with because when we get married, you're not allowed to have sex with him any longer or he dies. Like you said, I may not be faithful, but you sure will not have a choice because all your sexual partners except me will die. Well

"What does that mean?" "It means the ride isn't over." Before Elion could demand an explanation, the door swung open. Mira Kovari marched in, clapping her hands. "Excellent drama, boys!" Mira crowed. "The fall! The catch! The angst! The ratings are going to be astronomical. But we're not done yet. We have the 'Trust Walk' segment to film." "Trust Walk?" Elion asked, his voice flat. "Didn't we just do that on the roof?"

I remind her, I know she doesn’t want me to leave her, I can see she’s toying with arguing with me but she decides against. I watch as Healy’s men exit their cars, their guns drawn and ready to fight. This is it, I finally get to see the bastard who betrayed me, the fucker who hurt the woman I love. “See you soon, Princess.” I murmur as I exit the car and draw my gun. “Son, Jagger’s got Renae, they’ll be leaving soon. We’re good to go.” His tone has an edge of excitement to it. It's been a while since he's had any action

He accidentally pulled off the silk scarf around my neck to reveal the unmistakable hickeys trailing down my neck. "Opal..." Snatching the scarf from his hands, I scoffed. "Crazy guy." But Eugene wasn’t ready to give up. He looked at me with a desperate intensity. "Opal, I truly regret everything. I know I was wrong. I’ll do anything if you can just forgive me." I let out a cold laugh, stepping closer to him and lowering my voice so only he could hear. "Regret what? Regret the way you treated me in our last life? Haven’t you learned by now that a love confessed too late is worth less than dirt?"

He fumbled the papers out of his pocket and shoved them at Marcus before bolted toward the service entrance. Sion didn't watch him go. He turned to the room, raising his glass. "To the future Mrs. Wagner. A woman who knows that some mistakes are worth paying for—and some people aren't worth the paper they're printed on." The applause was hesitant at first, then thunderous. They had won the battle, but as Sion led Lilia toward the balcony for air, she saw the look on his face. It wasn't triumph. It was something darker. "You're mad," she said as they reached the cool night air.

I clapped mechanically and rose to my feet to join the standing ovation, although my mind was admittedly elsewhere. How fitting, I thought to myself as the curtain closed on the male and female lead, their bodies wound together in a deadly embrace. Would that, too, be my future with Noah? Perhaps not dead in a literal sense, but in an even more tragic way? To live, loveless and betrayed? The reception afterward was a blur of faces and polite small talk. I made my way to the bar, deftly swapping my champagne for a flute of sparkling juice before anyone could notice.

The scene replayed in her mind, refusing to fade. Gin noticed her distraction and pleaded with her to snap out of it, concern apparent in his voice. Suddenly, Akira could no longer bear it. Overwhelmed by emotions, she abruptly fled from Gin's presence, tears streaming down her face. Guilt gnawed at her as she ran, leaving Gin behind with a murmured apology that hung in the air.

Playlist~ Emma Bale - All I Want Jay was still in shock when he saw his friend lying down there lifeless. Of all the worst things he might have expected, this was beyond expectations. His legs were wobbling and his body shuddered and his eyes were getting blurry with tears. His legs couldn't carry him to where Drake's body was lying.

“Carla, I’m sorry for underestimating you. You’ve proven yourself in ways I never imagined. Just promise me you’ll be careful from now on.” Carla nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. “I promise, Damien. I won’t let my newfound skills go to waste. We’re a team, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us safe.” As the tension began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of unity, they huddled closer together. As they stood there, the private jet’s cabin seemed to radiate with a renewed sense of hope and resilience. The weight of their shared ordeal remained, but it was softened by the knowledge that they were not alone. In the midst of danger and tragedy, they had discovered an unbreakable unity—a

“He’s not your martyr. Not your fucking legacy. He’s—” “Alive,” Natalie cut in, standing up from beside Leo. “And you’re acting like he’s already gone.” Silence. Tristan’s breath seeped in and out, eyes locked on Myles’ still face. When he spoke again, it was a raw whisper. “You don’t get it. If I walk out that door… he’ll slip. I can’t—I can’t lose him twice.” The confession hung, ugly and naked. Natalie’s resolve faltered. Leo looked away.