MiuNovels

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 next morning, I made my way to Sinclair's house, juggling a basket full of carefully chosen gifts from Germany.

The brisk winter air nipped at my cheeks as I climbed the familiar steps to his grand, imposing door. Even though the man lived alone—well, alone except for Sebastian, his hundreds of guards, and Victor—you'd think he was running a high-end embassy.

As expected, Sinclair answered the door himself, impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit and a silk tie, as if he had a meeting with the president.

For someone who could afford the most lavish lifestyle, his morning routine baffled me. Who wears cufflinks at home?

"Eve," he greeted, his gravelly voice managing to sound both welcoming and begrudging at the same time. "Punctual, as usual. Come in before you freeze and ruin my floor with your chattering teeth."

Poor Victor