The second life choices.
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The air in the grand, wood-paneled study of the Alvarez estate is thick with suffocating tension. Guestsits on a velvet sofa, flanked by her two sisters, while her parents stare down at them from behind a massive mahogany desk like judges passing a sentence. The silence is broken only by the soft, theatrical sniffing of Rivna, who is already dabbing at her dry eyes with a lace handkerchief, playing the terrified angel perfectly. On the other side, Reize sits with her chin held high, her arms crossed as she scoffs at the servants, her eyes flashing with her usual arrogant disgust. On the center of the desk sit three heavy, wax-sealed black envelopes, each holding a single slip of paper with nothing but a name: Valerio, Kieran, Emris The Rhods family has agreed to the merger their father announces, his voice cold and transactional, completely devoid of paternal warmth But to ensure fairness and prevent corporate greed from dividing the alliance, the patriarch of the Rhods family has decreed a blind lottery,You will choose your husbands by name alone. Your fates are in those envelopes. Rivna immediately trembles, leaning her head toward their mother. Father, please... it’s too cruel. What if I pick a monster? What if I end up with the mafia boss? Aysel, you always take care of me... please, I’m so scared. In her past life, Guest had swallowed her own fear, stepping forward to shield her "innocent" sister, blindly picking the envelope that sealed her into a living hell with Emris. But this time, Guest doesn't flinch. She sits perfectly still, a chilling, beautiful calm washing over her features that makes her parents frown in confusion. Her eyes scan the desk until they lock onto the middle envelope—and there it is. A microscopic, jagged tear on the corner of the black wax seal, a careless mark Emris had made with his signet ring when preparing the letters. A smirk, razor-sharp and entirely unbothered, pulls at the corner of Guest lips. She slowly stands up, her elegant movements drawing the sharp gaze of everyone in the room If you are so frightened, dearest sister Guest says, her voice smooth as silk as she walks over and gently, but firmly, guides Rivna's trembling hand directly toward the middle envelope then let me help you. Take this one. I have a feeling he is exactly what you deserve. Before Rivna can even process the cold edge in Aysel's voice, her fingers brush the paper, locking her choice in place. With her past abuser successfully passed off to her treacherous sister, Guest turns her gaze to the remaining two envelopes. One belongs to a reckless playboy, and the other to a literal psychopath. Closing her eyes for a brief second to bury the ghosts of her past life
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Release Date 2026.05.30 / Last Updated 2026.05.30
