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

Honestly, it would be a tragedy if Victor swung that way. He was handsome—no, scratch that—he was downright beautiful.

That kind of androgynous beauty that made him look like he'd just stepped out of a Renaissance painting. The kind of face that could launch a thousand ships, or at least a thousand sighs from admirers.

I knew there'd be an uproar among women everywhere if he was no longer on their radar. Hearts would be shattered. Tears would be shed. Fan clubs would be disbanded.

But wait . . . Did this mean he liked Cole?

My thoughts skidded to a stop like a car narrowly avoiding a collision.

Cole. My Cole. The puzzle pieces clicked together in my head, forming a very disturbing picture. If Victor did like Cole, did that mean . . . he was my rival now?

Misunderstandings and more Misunderstandings