ep -1 The Novel I Should’ve Never Read

Episode 1: The Novel I Should’ve Never Read 🙂‍↕️

There were three things I loved in life.

Food.

Sleeping.

And reading toxic romance novels while judging every character like my opinion mattered.

At exactly 2:43 a.m., I was doing the third one.

Curled up in my bed, wrapped in a blanket like a depressed burrito, I stared at my phone screen with swollen eyes and zero self-respect.

My college assignments were abandoned.

My room looked like a crime scene.

Empty snack packets covered my desk.

A half-finished iced coffee sat beside my bed.

And yet, none of that mattered.

Because I was currently reading the most viral novel on the internet.

Vows & Vendettas.

Everyone on the internet would’t shut up about it.

"The best dark romance ever."

"The ending will destroy you."

"Jae Venlon owns my soul."

That last comment alone should’ve warned me.

At first, the story was addictive.

Powerful families.

Luxury.

Scandals.

A gorgeous female lead.

Dangerously attractive men with enough emotional trauma to fill an ocean.

It was dramatic perfection.

Until I reached the final chapter.

And my happiness died.

I blinked at my screen.

Then reread the paragraph.

Then reread it again.

My jaw dropped.

“No.”

I sat upright.

“No no no.”

I scrolled down faster.

And there it was.

The female lead…

Natasha Williams

was dead.

Dead.

DEAD.

After surviving family wars.

After enduring betrayal.

After carrying that entire story on her back while everyone around her acted insane—

she dies?

I stared at my screen in pure rage.

“What kind of ending is this?!”

My pillow was thrown across the room.

My blanket became a victim.

Even my poor stuffed bear got dragged into my emotional breakdown.

“She survived all that nonsense just to die because two men couldn’t control their issues?!”

I opened the comments section.

Big mistake.

People were crying.

People were romanticizing toxic men.

And worst of all—

people were defending Jae Venlon.

I nearly threw my phone.

“That manipulative psychopath has fans?!”

Fueled by rage and sleep deprivation, I typed:

Natasha deserved better.

The men need therapy.

The author needs jail.

I paused.

Then added one final line.

If I were Natasha, I would’ve survived.

Satisfied, I posted it.

My phone flashed.

1% battery remaining.

Of course.

I plugged it in and glanced at the clock.

8:17 a.m.

My soul left my body.

My first class started at 8:30.

“Oh my god.”

Chaos exploded.

I ran into the bathroom.

Brushed my teeth at dangerous speed.

Changed clothes.

Grabbed my bag.

And sprinted out of my apartment like a wanted criminal.

By the time I reached the street, I was exhausted.

My hair was a mess.

My shoelace was half open.

And somehow—

I was still rereading the final chapter while walking.

Because apparently I had no survival instincts.

“This ending is still stupid,” I muttered.

A loud horn screamed through the air.

My body froze.

Bright headlights rushed toward me.

My phone slipped from my hands.

Time slowed.

The screams around me faded.

Then—

impact.

Pain exploded through my body.

And everything went black.

…

…

…

A soft voice echoed through the darkness.

“Lady Natasha…”

My eyebrows twitched.

What?

“Lady Natasha, please wake up.”

Another voice trembled.

“The engagement ceremony begins in two hours.”

My eyes flew open.

Golden chandeliers sparkled above me.

Massive silk curtains surrounded a bed bigger than my entire apartment.

The air smelled like roses and expensive perfume.

Several maids stood around me in panic.

One of them nearly fainted when I sat up.

“Lady Natasha!”

I ignored her.

My trembling hands reached toward the mirror beside the bed.

And my entire world stopped.

Long black hair.

Pale flawless skin.

Sharp elegant features.

A face so beautiful it didn’t look real.

I knew that face.

I knew it too well.

It belonged to the woman whose death made me rage all night.

Natasha Williams.

My breathing turned uneven.

“No…”

The maid looked confused.

“Lady Natasha?”

I slowly looked at her.

Then in the luxurious room.

Then back at the mirror.

And screamed.

“WHY THE HELL AM I HER?!”

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