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

I arrived at the private jet expecting peace, quiet, and maybe some emotional closure.

What I got instead was my entire family standing on the tarmac like they were about to film a perfume commercial.

Damien was wearing sunglasses like he was going undercover, Dante had a stethoscope around his neck, Dean was dressed like he'd walked off a fashion runway in Paris, Mom was radiating couture goddess energy in a fur-lined coat (in May, mind you), and Dad—Dad was holding blueprints.

". . . What are you all doing here?" I asked slowly, like I was trying not to startle a group of wild animals.

Dean waved, his phone in one hand and a fresh juice in the other. "Oh, we're going with you."

Welcome to New York (Please Brace for Impact)