They called me the villainess. The jealous friend. The shadow that existed only to make her shine. Her name? Lilith. The heroine. The angel draped in silk smiles and fake innocence. The same girl who betrayed me in the novel I devoured before my death. But here's the twist when I opened my eyes again, I wasn't me. I was her. Stephanie Rose. The girl doomed to die at eighteen, betrayed, broken, forgotten. At least, that's what fate planned for me. But I refuse to follow the script. If destiny thinks it can kill me off like some disposable side character, it's wrong. If Lilith believes I'll kneel at her feet while she steals everything from me, she's even more wrong. I am Stephanie Rose 🥀 the so-called villainess. And I'll rewrite this story with my own hands, dripping ink in blood if I have to. No one can stop me. Not Lilith. Not fate. Not even the author who wrote my death. Because this time, I won't die. This time, they will.