I never asked to be part of a revenge plot. All I wanted was to save my mother’s life and keep a roof over our heads. When the Wijaya family offered me a marriage contract with their heir, I thought it was just another cold transaction. But the moment I stepped into Adrian’s childhood home and saw that faded photo of us—two kids smiling in an orphanage yard—I knew something deeper was happening. Now, every kiss feels like a lie, every touch a manipulation. The truth? Our parents have been planning this for fifteen years. And I’m not just a bride. I’m a weapon they’ve spent a lifetime sharpening.

When a new star rises in the world of international cricket, rivalry turns deadly. Your decisions shape the fate of the game, the nation, and the men who play it. A bomb threat looms, a fallen star plots revenge, and a hero must rise before the final over begins.

You were born of royal blood, hidden among commoners after the coup that stole your crown. Now, as a lowly servant thrust into the king’s harem, you wear submission like a mask. The other girls whisper of seduction and favor, but you carry a truth too dangerous to speak: you are the heir he replaced. Your decisions shape every breath you take—power, revenge, or ruin.

I didn’t choose to be reborn into this world of ink and destiny—I clawed my way in. The original story branded her as weak, foolish, destined to ruin her clan by marrying the wrong man. But now, I’m inside her skin, feeling every sting of humiliation, every locked door. The plot demands she falls for the charming traitor. But I know how that ends: betrayal, exile, death. This time, I’ll twist the narrative thread by thread. Because if the author can write fate, then I—its prisoner—can rewrite it.