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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role.

But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn't the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else's story.

But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I'll write my own story, living for myself.

And this time . . .

I will never love you again.

Rebirth: Love me Again

The shrill ring of my phone pierced through the early morning quiet, dragging me out of a much-needed slumber.

Groaning, I groped for the device on the bedside table, my body protesting with every move. Muscles sore, limbs heavy, and—let's just say last night's escapades with Cole were . . . intense. My thigh were still numb and my vagina was still sore.

Squinting at the blinding screen, I grimaced. 7:00 AM? Who on earth thought it was acceptable to call this early, especially during the holidays? My irritation bubbled to the surface—until I saw the name. Hyun.

With a sigh, I accepted the call. "Hey, what's up?" My voice was still scratchy with sleep, and I didn't even bother pretending to be cheerful.

"Eve! Sorry for waking you, but are you back in town yet?" Hyun's voice practically buzzed with excitement.

Morning Mischief