Meanwhile, Aurora sat in front of her laptop, the dim glow of the screen illuminating her sharp features as she continued exploring the remaining scripts.

File after file opened. Story after story unfolded.

And with each one, her expression grew colder.

When she was finally done, she leaned back slightly and copied every single script, sending them to her siblings one by one.

As expected Each of them had been "cast" into a role.

Not just any roles... but roles within twisted, dramatic plots.

Lucas The cold CEO from "Love Me, CEO."

Theodore, the male lead of "The King Actor’s Mistress."

Aurora let out a faint, humorless laugh. ’ How convenient! ...’

Then came Adriana. Aurora’s brows furrowed as she read.

Adriana’s storyline was even more absurd

A tangled romance where she drifted between emotional confusion until she encountered Peter’s uncle... and ended up entangled in a steamy, complicated relationship with him.

Aurora’s fingers stiffened. ’This... is disgusting.’

Then Oliva’s file is even worse.

She became involved with Louis’s family, only for the story to twist into a relationship with Louis’s stepbrother... who was secretly a mafia underworld leader.

Aurora closed her eyes briefly, exhaling slowly as if trying to suppress the irritation rising within her chest.

And then, May and Adam.

Her expression changed.

In their storyline, they were reduced to helpless parents... betrayed, abandoned by their own children after losing everything. Left to struggle... until they eventually died alone.

Only then... their children would regret it.

Aurora’s fingers curled tightly into fists.

The room fell into a heavy silence.

’So this is what they planned ...’

Whether as villains... or tragic heroes...

Every single member of her family was being manipulated into something ugly.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes again... this time, filled with cold resolve.

Without hesitation, she uploaded everything. Every script. Every file.

Exposed to the internet.

The moment she hit "publish," she leaned back, letting out a slow breath.

She had already erased all traces linking the data back to her or her siblings.

The reason was simple. She wanted attention.

Attention directed at the Institute. And it worked.

Across the internet, chaos erupted almost instantly. At first, people laughed.

"These plots are ridiculous!"

"Another poor girl meets rich heir cliché?"

"Who even writes this stuff?"

Many mocked the stories, comparing them to overused tropes... Cinderella-like romances, dramatic love triangles, and exaggerated betrayals.

Some even joked that a bored genius or an eccentric author must have written them.

But slowly

A few sharp-eyed individuals began noticing something... strange.

Names. Familiar names. Actors. Actresses. Even politicians.

All appearing within the scripts. And not just appearing

Their "futures" were written. Predicted. Detailed.

A chill spread through those who noticed.

Discussions turned serious.

"What if this is real?"

"What if someone is planning this?"

Soon, people started using the information.

Some quietly adjusted their business strategies. Others used it to manipulate real estate decisions. A few even tried to "avoid" the predicted outcomes.

And just like that order began to collapse. Information became a weapon.

Back in her room, Aurora watched everything unfold on her screen.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"Now..." she murmured, resting her chin lightly against her fingers, her gaze cold and steady.

"Let’s watch the show."

While she entertained that thought, she did not forget to send a copy of the original novel to each of her siblings.

As her fingers hovered over the screen, she hesitated for a moment.

’They need to know... but they also need to choose for themselves,’ she thought quietly.

This time, she chose to protect them not by controlling them, but by letting them make their own choices and defend themselves.

Meanwhile, all of her siblings, Adriana, Olivia, Theodore, Lucas, and the others, received the strange message almost at the same time. Their phones vibrated sharply, pulling their attention at once.

Curiosity rose in their eyes, but hesitation quickly followed. The warning attached to the message was impossible to ignore: their phones would be hacked if they refused to read it.

Uneasy, they opened the file one by one.

What greeted them was not a simple message, but something far stranger, an uploaded document claiming to contain events that had yet to happen, like a record of fate itself.

They had already heard rumors about mysterious files spreading online, files that supposedly erased or altered the stories of certain people. So when they saw something in a similar format, their first reaction was suspicion.

’Are we involved in this somehow?’

That same unspoken question crossed each of their minds.

However, as they continued reading, a strange realization slowly dawned on them... their names were not directly written in the uploaded internet story.

And yet, the structure, the tone, and even the events described all felt deeply familiar, as if the story belonged to them.

A quiet thought surfaced almost at once.

’Are we... being saved?’

The older ones, especially those sharp enough to understand what this meant, quickly pieced the truth together.

Meanwhile, Lucas sat behind the wheel of his car, finishing the novel that revolved around him. The story showed him falling in love with a girl who looked disturbingly similar to his own sister.

The moment he understood that, anger shot through him.

’What kind of twisted nonsense is this...?’

His jaw clenched as irritation rose inside him.

Just then, a sudden jolt snapped him out of his thoughts.

A car had bumped into him from behind.

At first, Lucas assumed it was an accident. He frowned and glanced at the rearview mirror. However, before he could react, the car rammed into him again, this time with clear intent.

A mistake? No...

His heartbeat quickened as adrenaline surged through him. Instinctively, he turned the wheel sharply, trying to escape. The tires screeched harshly, but the red car behind him followed without slowing.

Then... Impact.

The world twisted as the car slammed into him again, forcing his vehicle into another lane.

For a split second, time seemed to slow.

Lucas caught sight of another pair of frightened eyes from the oncoming car.

He shut his eyes tightly.

’If only... I had been more careful... if only I had trusted my gut feeling and had sped away...’

Regret flooded him as the collision became unavoidable.

The crash hit with brutal force. His head slammed against the steering wheel, and pain exploded through his skull.

Then darkness came. He was dreaming.

In that dream, he saw himself, but not the man he was now. He saw a version of himself that made him sick.

A pathetic man. A liar.

He watched his past self lie effortlessly, boasting in college about being from a wealthy family, exaggerating his skills in interviews, and deceiving coworkers by claiming powerful connections.

Each lie made his chest feel heavier. Then... Adeline.

He saw himself standing before her with a confident smile that now disgusted him.

’I was... this kind of person?’

The realization hit him hard.

What shocked him even more was seeing that in that lifetime, he and Adeline had truly been together. They had shared laughter, promises, and moments, but all of it had been stained.

Because he had mistreated her. Again and again. All because of Adriana.

The more he watched, the more he wanted to turn away, but he couldn’t.

’This... isn’t the life I’m living now... so why does it feel so real?’

Slowly, the truth began to form. Everything he was seeing had a reason.

And it was real. ’This is... my past life.’

The moment that thought settled, everything shattered.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at a white ceiling.

He was in a hospital. More importantly, he was back. Back to a time before the tragedy.

Panic surged through him as he immediately reached for his phone.

’I need to call Adeline... I need to end it before anything happens...’

His fingers froze.

A sudden rush of memories from his current timeline crashed into the fragments of his past life, leaving him overwhelmed.

’What... is happening to me?’

Nothing made sense.

In this life, things had unfolded differently. Somehow, he had avoided the worst ending. He had a more stable family, a wealthier father, and a life completely different from the one he had just seen.

His breathing turned uneven as he tried to calm himself. Without wasting another second, he dialed his father’s number.

The call connected.

"...Dad, did you... did you have a fight with Henry?" Lucas asked, his voice strained.

There was a short pause.

"...Who is Henry?" Adam asked, confusion clear in his tone.

Lucas’s heart skipped a beat.

"Adriana’s boyfriend... you know him, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Adam snapped. "Have you been drinking?"

A cold sweat ran down Lucas’s back.

"I... I was in an accident. I’m at the hospital right now."

Silence. Then...

"I’m coming there."

Not long after, the hospital room filled with familiar faces. His family rushed in one by one.