Introduction

I loved Isabella fiercely, my childhood sweetheart, the sunshine of my life.

Our families were bound, our futures intertwined.

I thought we were destined.

Then came the betrayal.

She shattered my family's legacy, my parents' health, and finally, my very life.

As I lay dying, brutally tortured, I saw her, cold and triumphant, with Daniel Chen-the man she loved, whose 'death' she believed I orchestrated.

My last, agonizing thought: This was never my story.

I was just the villain, a disposable pawn for their destined romance.

My parents ruined, my loyal dog, Max, cruelly taken on her orders-all for their 'happy ending.'

The cosmic injustice hit harder than any physical torment.

How could my entire existence be nothing more than a manipulated plot device?

A tragic footnote in someone else's grand love story?

The sheer absurdity, the profound unfairness, was suffocating.

But then, I gasped.

I wasn't dying.

I was back.

Years before my horrific end.

I remembered this exact moment: the breaking point.

This time, I knew the script.

And I would burn it all down before it burned me again.

My life, my rules.