Cause of Death: Car accident from madly running across a busy highway with a bucket of snot and tears for company. Leila Cato had never thought it possible to die from such demeaning tragedy. She'd also never thought of waking up in a completely different body after dying, and finding herself tangled by unseen forces with a mob boss whose existence should only ever be written in the pages of a book she had vehemently cursed out of spite for the main character. AKA the mob boss. AKA Uziel Axton evil incarnate. The highway tragedy? Slightly forgivable. The body swap? Already pushing it. Being tied to a sadistic, unnervingly attractive mob boss with stalkerish tendencies? Earth might as well be flat. Now, she's Rui Hughes. A new identity, a new life, and a mountain of new problems. All while navigating the obsessive grip of a gangster who seems hellbent on rewriting her fate-and his-with her as the main character in his story. "Rui. I've already rejected all of them." "I see." Male protagonist, I don't really care. I will never trust a man like you! "Look, no woman dares to come near me now." he looked so proud, even smiling to himself. "So then... I'll get you now, okay?" "...?"

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?