Sir, you are not REAL!

Twenty-four-year-old Evelyne Royce had never worried about her novels becoming successful.

They always did.

Readers cried, laughed, argued over love interests, and inevitably fell head over heels for the male leads she had so carefully crafted. That was how every one of her stories had gone.

Until her latest novel.

Instead of falling for the hero, millions of readers became hopelessly obsessed with the second lead. A ruthless billionaire named AIDEN VESCOTT, a character she had created for one purpose and one purpose only: to suffer.
She gave him a lonely childhood. A broken family. Endless betrayals. Then, without a second thought, she gave him a tragic ending.

The internet hated it.

Readers begged her to rewrite the story. They wrote essays defending him, made edits, created fan pages, and somehow turned the man she had written to be a supporting character into the most beloved person in the entire novel.

Evelyne dismissed it as another internet obsession.

Until one rainy night...

She returned home, unlocked her apartment, and found a man asleep on her sofa.

Dark hair.

Sharp features.

Expensive suit.

And when he finally opened his eyes, he looked straight at her...
...and smiled.