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Not The Fairy Tale I Signed Up For

Emma's life had always been predictable—a mix of quiet luxury she didn't choose and routines she couldn't break. She was used to keeping a low profile, tucked away from the world’s scrutiny and the constant rumors about her mysterious "sugar daddy." But during what should have been an ordinary work trip, something extraordinary happened. At the airport, she crossed paths with Leon Gray, a man who felt like he’d stepped right out of the pages of her favorite romance novels—too perfect, too enigmatic, and far too captivating to be real. From the moment he spoke, Leon felt like he knew her, offering to turn her into the heroine she’d always dreamed of being. Of course, it sounded crazy, but there was something in his words, a pull she couldn’t ignore. Before she could even process what was happening, Emma was thrown into a whirlwind where nothing made sense, and Leon’s presence seemed to drag her deeper into a reality she didn’t even know existed. What was supposed to be a simple trip ended up changing everything she thought she knew about herself—and her past. A Transmigration Story With A Lot Of Twist!

fyaya · Fantasie
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The Timeline

"Young Miss…!" The sound of the knock on the door woke Emma up from her sleep.

She groaned. Instead of waking up, she pulled up her blanket and covered herself up to her neck, planning to continue her sleep.

"Is she still sleeping?" A man's voice came from outside, slightly muffled through the door. "Get me the key," he added impatiently.

The door swung open. "Emma Whitmore!"

The loud voice echoed through the room, jolting Emma awake. She shot up, sitting on her bed, her eyes darting around in confusion, still blurry from sleep.

"Why are you still sleeping? Don't you know what day it is today?" The man's voice grew closer as he approached her bed.

Rubbing her eyes, Emma squinted at the figure until recognition dawned. Her eyes widened in surprise. The man now standing in front of her bed was Allan Whitmore—the man who was notoriously hard to meet. This was only the second time she'd ever come face-to-face with him.