I had a dream that spoiled the whole book for me.

It turned out I wasn't the main character, but the mean girl side character. My extremely obsessive brother, whom I wasn't even related to, was actually the main lead.

I fell for the second lead and begged for his love, but he never wanted me. Instead, I kept hurting my brother, over and over.

Later, my brother was saved by the heroine, and that was when I realized he was the one I truly loved. But by then, it was way too late.

And just now, I had forced my brother to drink a glass of wine I'd slipped something into.

I shot up from my seat, the glass in my hand shattering into pieces on the floor.

The room was full of music and laughter, so no one really noticed, except Melvin Frazier. Sitting right next to me, he turned his head, his eyes sharp and watchful.

His voice came out soft, almost too soft. "Sheila, what's wrong?"

I shivered, teeth clenching as I looked at the man in front of me—the same man who would one day hit me so hard until I lost my baby, the same man who'd push me, fresh out of the hospital, to sleep with clients.

As I recalled the tragedy that was my past life, the feelings I thought I had for him disappeared in an instant. It was as if I had woken up from a dream and realized I didn't love him anymore.

"My stomach hurts. I need to use the restroom," I whispered, my face pulling into just enough pain to sell the lie.

"Go on. I'll wait for you," Melvin said smoothly, not doubting me for a second.

I nodded like a good girl, stood up, and walked out slowly. But the moment the door shut behind me, I bolted through the halls toward the hotel rooms upstairs.

-

I had just done something incredibly stupid.

I'd handed my brother, Ryan Cobbett, that glass of drugged wine myself.

His eyes were already red when he looked at me, asking if he really had to drink it.

I was cruel enough to smile and say, "Of course. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it for you."

He couldn't fight me when I was risking myself. He'd always been helpless against my stubbornness.

So he took the glass and downed it in one go.

I laughed and touched his face. I praised him for being so obedient and told him to stay this way forever.

His eyes got redder. I thought it was because he hated alcohol.

Ryan had always been the perfect one. He was everyone's golden boy.

But after seeing the whole story play out, I finally understood. Ryan wasn't perfect but obsessive and dangerous.

He already knew Melvin and I were setting him up. The scary part was that he walked right into it willingly.

The drug worked fast. His cheeks were flushed, his body swaying. Melvin ordered his guys to carry Ryan up to a hotel room for the second part of the plan.

Right before they dragged him away, I heard Ryan calling for me.

"Sheila… Sheila, I don't feel good… Take me away…"

But I didn't even glance back. I leaned against Melvin, giggling while begging for his approval.

I was nothing more than a cheap prop on display.

Blinded by love, I couldn't see that I was just one of Melvin's disposable pieces that was easy to toss away the second I wasn't useful.

The only reason Melvin ever treated me specially was because Ryan, the one man he could never defeat, loved me too much.

At that time, I was still Ryan's only weakness.

-

Every hotel room looked the same.

I had no clue which one they'd locked Ryan in, so I had to check them one by one.

I kept knocking on doors, and if I got the wrong one, I just apologized and moved on.

I kept running, my eyes stinging, but never daring to stop.

Until I stumbled into a room with the door left ajar.

I heard water running in the bathroom.

I crept closer, pushing the door open inch by inch, only to find Ryan in the tub, half-dressed, soaking in the water.

Thank God, he was safe for now.

I let out a long breath and reached back to close the door. That was when I noticed a girl stumbling out of another room down the hall.

She was muttering under her breath, as if she was talking to someone who wasn't there.

"System, didn't you say the main guy was supposed to be locked up nearby? I've knocked on a few wrong doors already. If I keep this up, security's gonna throw me out.

"I can't let somebody else find him first! If I can't win him over, how am I supposed to get home?"

My eyes locked on the girl walking toward me. It was Vanessa Dennis, the heroine of this story.

She was the one I could never beat, no matter what I tried.

She was set to be the one who would save Ryan, to make him love her like she was his whole world, and strip away his perfect image to show just how obsessed and possessive he really was.

She was here.

On the outside, Vanessa looked soft and fragile, when in truth, she was sharper, trickier, and way more dangerous than I, the so-called evil side character, was.

The biggest difference between us was that Vanessa knew how to hide her true self from Ryan, while I kept digging holes for myself.

At first, Vanessa only got close to Ryan because she had to complete some task she was assigned to by her "system". But the more she used the system, the more she liked the perks. And with Ryan giving her a rich, comfortable life, she gave up on going back to her old world.

She chose to stay and be with him forever.

And the biggest obstacle standing between them… was me.

So, she went after me and crushed me every chance she got.

We fought like hell, but in the end, I lost.

I, the foster daughter of the Cobbetts, was destroyed by my own actions and erased by the system.

But I refused to be erased, and I refused to let Ryan fall in love with anyone else.

If I was destined to be the villainess in this story, then I would play that part this time.

A sharp knock hit the door.

I opened it and found myself face-to-face with Vanessa. She didn't recognize me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, keeping my voice calm.

"Uh… is this your room?" Her eyes darted past me, trying to peek inside. She was staring hard at the bathroom door.

But I'd already shut it tight.

"Yup. Who are you looking for?" I asked, smiling faintly.

"Sorry, I got the wrong room." She stuck out her tongue, embarrassed, and hurried off. But even as she walked away, she was still mumbling complaints to her invisible system.

My smile faded. I closed the door quickly and picked up the phone on the bedside table.

I told the front desk there was a suspicious girl creeping around, knocking on random doors, and suggested they deal with her.

After hanging up, I sat on the bed for a moment, lost in thought.

Then I heard a heavy thud from inside the bathroom.

I rushed in.

"Ryan…"

He was awake.

Ryan had dragged himself out of the tub, but he didn't have the strength to stand. He collapsed onto the floor, his body too heavy and weak to move.

That was Melvin's plan: to use the drug to make sure Ryan couldn't fight back. Then, Melvin would send in a few guys to record some unsightly videos, and later, "accidentally" barge in with others as witnesses.

It would ruin him.

If the scandal broke, no company would touch his inventions, no one would invest, and no one would work with him. Ryan's career and his whole future would be buried for good.

In my past life, Melvin had almost pulled it off, but Vanessa showed up first. With her system, she found Ryan in time, pulled him out of danger, and even used her own body to break the drug's hold on him.

Melvin's plan failed, but for Vanessa and Ryan, that was the beginning of their story.

This time, I wasn't giving anyone else a chance.

I was going to change my fate. Even if I was just a throwaway side character, I refused to die miserably.

"Ryan, I'm taking you out of here."

I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him off the floor, but I had overestimated myself. I tugged a few times, and instead of lifting him, I fell down from being pulled by his weight.

"Sheila." His breathing was shaky, his eyes bloodshot but locked on mine. In his voice, I heard something I almost missed—hurt.

"I thought you didn't care about me anymore. Since you don't care about me, why are you here?"

His words sounded stubborn, but underneath, I could hear the crack in his voice.

Even as he tried to hide it, I saw relief in his eyes. He was glad I was there.

My chest tightened.

Damn it. What the hell was wrong with the old me?

Why would I throw myself at some guy who treated me like dirt while hurting the one person who loved me like his whole world?

"How could I not care about you? You're the most important person in my life!" I said it like I meant every word, because I did.

When I was little and abandoned at the orphanage, the Cobbetts came looking to adopt a daughter. They had set their sights on someone else, but Ryan insisted they took me.

Later, when my foster parents got busy with work and were barely ever home, it was Ryan who stayed. He cooked for me, helped with homework, and took care of everything.

Even when I got my first period, it was Ryan who went out, bought pads, and sat down with me, awkwardly showing me the instructions, though his face was red the whole time.

We'd always been close. So close that I couldn't stand hearing anyone say something bad about him. I couldn't bear to see him get hurt.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

I started hating him. I hated how he always hovered around me, how he meddled in my life, and how he refused to accept that I had feelings for Melvin.

That hate came out of nowhere, just like my ridiculous "love at first sight" with Melvin, the shallow, womanizing player.

In fact, men like him weren't my type at all.

But the book's storyline had shoved me onto that path, forcing me to hate Ryan and forcing me into becoming someone even I didn't recognize.

When Ryan heard my words, his expression dimmed. There was no sign of happiness.

That was when I remembered.

I had said the exact same thing to him before. I had used those words to trick him, to get him to show me his designs. Then I'd stolen them and handed them to Melvin.

Both products hit the market, one after the other. Since Ryan's design came out later, everyone called him a fraud and accused him of plagiarism. His brand-new company almost collapsed under the weight of that scandal.

Even now, Ryan's company carried a bad reputation. And half of that was my fault.

"Sheila, get out. Leave this place. I don't wanna hurt you." His breathing was fast, his face bright red.

The drug Melvin had given him was brutal. The fact that Ryan had held on this long was already a miracle.

I knew he was running out of time.

I was about to grab the phone when loud knocks rattled the door.

"Ryan! Ryan, are you in there? Open the door! If you don't, you're gonna die!"

It was Vanessa.

She'd come back, probably because her system had told her exactly where Ryan was. With that kind of cheat code, hotel security didn't stand a chance.

I touched Ryan's trembling face, then grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it tightly around his wet, see-through clothes before tying a firm knot.

Ryan was mine. I was the only one allowed to see him like this.

I stood up, ready to open the door.

But Ryan's hand shot out, grabbing me fast.

His eyes were blood-red, and his voice cracked.

"Y-you're leaving me again, aren't you?"