I once deceived myself into believing I was the heroine of a modern fairytale—gorgeous, privileged, brilliant, blessed with a prestigious legacy. Men worshipped me. Women resented me. Cole Fay, the most powerful man imaginable, was promised to me. My life seemed flawless, a dream where I commanded center stage. On my eighteenth birthday, that magnificent illusion crumbled. The truth devastated me: I wasn't the protagonist. Not the antagonist. Not even a notable supporting character. I was nothing—expendable, worthless, merely cannon fodder in someone else's narrative. But fate offered me redemption: a second chance. This time, I reclaim my life entirely. I'll become the true protagonist of my own story, answering to no one's desires but my own. And Cole Fay, I swear this promise: I will never love you again.