I really thought I was the main protagonist in a modern fairytale story. I had the looks, the money, the abilities, and the brains to back my claims.
As the daughter of a long line of heralded business tycoons, I had the wealth to buy anything I desired with just a snap of my fingers.
n lined up at my door, stretching from the entrance of our private estate to the end of the public road leading to the city.
Won longed for my friendship, even those with the most jealous hearts, eager to bask in the glow of my seemingly perfect life.
And best of all, I had the most dashing and richest fiancé that every woman coveted – Cole Fay.
Cole's hair was a dazzling white snow, and his light blue eyes were as cold as the freezing waters of the Arctic, one of the few things I love about him.
He was undeniably handso, and both n and won would fall at his feet just to catch a glimpse of his elusive smile.
Cole was the only son of business tycoon Cain Fay and multimillionaire investor Leanna Lee. His family owned multiple corporations spanning various industries, from mining and oil to jewelry, real estate, comrcial establishnts, and technological advancents.
They were the unbeatable rchants in the modern world, reigning supre for decades. Needless to say, Cole would inherit everything under his na, a fortune so vast that it could sustain his future generations in luxury until the end of ti.
And this man was mine!
The first ti I laid eyes on him was when I was only seven years old, and from that mont, I knew he was the one for .
While others were busy chasing , I was busy chasing him. I pursued him relentlessly from childhood through high school, and finally, I convinced him to agree to be my fiancé.
It didn't matter if his reason was rely to fend off the hordes of annoying won who pursued him every minute of the day.
I was his shield and his excuse, and I didn't care as long as he was mine. I gained many enemies, especially among won, as I covered for him and protected him from their unwanted advances. Each day was a battle, but I wore my role as his protector like a badge of honor.
While I fought off his admirers, I deluded myself into believing that our bond was unbreakable. I thought that by standing by his side, I could eventually win his heart.
The looks of envy and hatred from those around only fueled my determination. I basked in the belief that I was the chosen one, the heroine of my own romance novel.
But now, as I look back, I realize how stupid I was.
I was living in a fantasy, blind to the reality that Cole's affection was never truly mine. I was a pawn in a ga much bigger than I could have ever imagined.
Now, with the clarity of hindsight, I see that I was never the protagonist. I was not even the villain or a side character . . . I was rely the cannon fodder in soone else's story.
The truth unraveled before my eyes: I was an orphan, raised as an ignorant girl to take the place of the real heiress of the Rosette family –– Sophie Rosette, who had been my maid since I was young.
To protect the true heiress of the elusive Rosette family, they took in an orphaned child and raised her to be the sacrificial pawn ––
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I endured all the poison, bullets, and knives that were otherwise ant for their real daughter. I was the expendable decoy until Sophie ca of age and could inherit everything under her na, safely and soundly.
And when that ti ca, my purpose was fulfilled. I was cast out and forgotten, stripped of my na and identity. My entire existence, built on lies and deception, was shattered.
The final blow ca when I learned that my fiancé, my childhood friend, Cole Fay, was betrothed to Sophie. I, on the other hand, was banished to an unknown island and left to die, my existence erased from the world I once knew.
Desperate and broken, I set aside my pride and dignity and begged Cole to save . I pleaded with him to take back, to marry , even if just as his mistress, to give a na and a place in his life.
I clung to the hope that our shared history, our years of growing up together, ant sothing to him. Surely, he must have felt sothing towards , even if it was just a little. Even if it was just as a friend. Even if it was just a tiny bit.
But when I looked into his eyes, expecting a glimr of compassion, I saw nothing but cold indifference. His gaze was as icy as ever, and he uttered three words that crushed the last remnants of my hope. They weren't "I love you."
"Stop annoying ."
It was his famous line every ti I chased after him. I thought it was cute . . . but now, I felt the full weight of his words.
Those words echoed in my mind, each syllable a dagger to my heart. In that mont, I realized the depth of my delusion and the extent of my worthlessness in his eyes. I had been nothing more than a tool, a disposable pawn in a ga I never understood.
Cole didn't care about .
Not one bit.
He was cold.
Too cold.
No amount of chasing and pursuing him my whole life could ever thaw his frozen heart.
The realization that he didn't feel anything for was more shocking than discovering I was just cannon fodder.
I had truly believed that, after all the years we had spent together, I held so place in his heart. But it was a lie I had told myself, a comforting delusion to mask the stark reality.
But it was just . . .
Alone and banished to Unknown Island, I felt the weight of my despair. The isolation and betrayal were too much to bear. I drowned myself in the sea, hoping to end the unbearable pain.
And when God saw the tragic cody that was my life, He gave a second chance.
This ti, I vow to rewrite my story. I will live for myself, embrace my strengths, and cherish every mont.
I will forge my own path, independent and strong, free from the shadows of unrequited love.
And this ti . . .
I will never love you again.
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