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Books have always been Emma's escape, especially romance novels where the girl ends up with the charming billionaire. Sometimes, She would wish she could be like the female lead, trading her reality for something magical.

One day at the airport, waiting for her flight, she whispered: “I wish I could be her…”

“That can be arranged,” a deep, confident voice replied.

The moment she turned that was the moment nothing in her life has been the same since.

Now, she was caught in a whirlwind of stories, jumping between worlds where the lines between fiction and reality blur. Each step pulls her deeper into a mystery she don’t fully understand. Someone or perhaps something is holding the key to it all.

And every time she thought she was figuring it out, the book seemed to rewrite itself—changing everything she thought she knew.

A Transmigration Story With A Lot Of Twist!

Not The Fairy Tale I Signed Up For

Leon walked to the dining table, which was filled with breakfast food. Noticing it was empty, he raised his gaze to Aunt Mei, who was standing nearby, waiting to serve him. "Is she still sleeping?" he asked.

Aunt Mei nodded. "I went to Madam's room earlier, but she was still sleeping soundly. So, I decided to leave and check again later."

Leon's hand, which was pulling out a chair, suddenly stopped. He glanced at his wrist, checking his watch, and frowned. "Are you sure she's still sleeping?"

It was almost 9 in the morning, and from the reports he had received before, she never woke up later than 8.

Aunt Mei looked hesitant, uncertain herself. When she had peeked into Emma's room earlier to check on her, she had noticed that Emma's chest was heaving up and down. She only checked because Emma's sleeping face looked unusually pale.

"She had dinner last night, right?" Leon asked as he finally took a seat.

The Guilt