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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

Emma stood in front of the tall building, the same one she had hurried to when she first arrived in this strange world. Back then, she had been overwhelmed with questions and fear, unsure of what lay ahead. Now, she felt steadier although still nervous. She took a deep breath, clenched her hands briefly, and stepped inside.

Walking up to the reception desk, she gave the receptionist a small smile. "Hi, I'd like to meet Mr. Gray," she said. Her voice was calm this time, as if she'd been here a dozen times before.

The receptionist looked at Emma, her expression briefly uncertain before softening into a polite smile. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked, though her gaze lingered as if she recognized her.

Emma shook her head, her smile steady. "No, I don't," she admitted, glancing down for a moment as she searched for the right words. Then, lifting her gaze, she said confidently, "But could you let him know that his wife is here?"

Face The Truth