Just came back from work, but shit man, my head is thumping.

  dam, I hurt hate hate my job, I just want to quit.

  Ohh

  Well let me just dump my bag onto the floor he front door and exhale. My boss works me had for little pay. The numbers, the forced grins, the endless calls—it's all the same day after day. Though 't lie the pay is good.

  But now that I think about it, what am I really doing with my life?

  Now i look around at my tiny ft—clothing are uhe ptes are piled up in the sink, and my bed has not being made. Man, this pce really o be ed up,this dump. As i pick up a broom, zily sweeping at the dust whiehow always returns no matter how many times I this pce looks like it won't get ed up.

  While ing my phs a notifiessage.

  I clid check its a message.

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  Dear readers, thank you for reading, and finishing the story Hearts and Diamonds.

  The message tinues

  To all my readers, thank you. If it weren't for you, this story would never have seen the light of day.

  Thank you so much to all of you,

  Goodbye

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  Oh yah, today was the final chapter of Hearts and Diamonds.

  For three years, I’ve followed this story, reading every update, every cliffhanger, every tragedy. It’s been part of my routine—waking up early daily to check for updates, reading it at work, during breaks, sleep, repeat. But now… it’s finally over.

  I toss my phoo the bed and stretch. It’s weird, knowing it’s finished.

  I finish ing the st pte, man what a stressful day.

  I sit down, mindlessly opening the app again, scrolling through the final chapter.

  Any way what do I remember about this stroy so far?_____________________________

  This web roy follows a loving heroine by the name of Helena Stockward. She is the daughter of a fallen noble house, and her mission is to save the kingdom from distra.

  The viliness is bound to burn the Kingdom htwood. Helena, the Chosen, is bound to save the kingdom, Mary John Brightwood, the sed son king Charles the the third and leave happy ever after.

  And, of course, there is Media Eastward.

  The viliness. The eldest daughter of Duke Eastward. The woman who used every opportunity to ruined Helena's life and, ultimately, ut to death.

  The novel depicts Media as selfish, cruel, and maniputive. The kind of viliness who exists solely to torment the heroine.

  She bullied Helena. Humiliated her. Made sure society never accepted her.

  And why? Because John Brightwood loved Helena.

  Media did everything she could to hold on to him. Mastered manners. Prepared eborate meals. Attended all noble events beside him.

  But she still lost. The priill wed Helena.

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  Now That I Think About It.What are media thoughts.

  What was she thinking?

  Why did she do that?

  What led her to make such kind of life?

  Did didn't any people even try to uand her?

  I scroll through the ents. Fans hate her. They call her a typical viliness—arrogant, petty, worthy of her demise.

  But something does not fell right about this.I put my phone aside, rubbing my temples. My headache gets worse.

  I should just go to bed.

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  While sleeping i moving around the bed, but my body feels heavy.

  A strange pressure builds in my chest.

  My hands feel cold. My breathing slows down.

  What is this? A panic attao. It’s different.

  I grip my brying to focus. But then… I hear something.

  A faint whisper.

  "Since you want uand so much, why don’t you see for yourself?"

  The room tilts. My vision darkens. A sharp, cold pain stabs through me._

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  I Wake Up in Hell

  Screaming.

  The first thing I hear is screaming.

  Not just one voice—a crowd. Their voices blend into a deafening roar.

  My body feels strange. My skin is ice-cold, and something heavy is ed around me—s.

  I open my eyes to see.

  This is not in my apartment.

  I’m standing in the ter of a massive stone courtroom. Torches burn along the walls. Banners of the Brightwood royal family hang above.

  And people—hundreds of people—are watg me.

  A man in a white robe steps forward.

  "Media Eastward, you have been found guilty of treason, attempted murder, and crimes against the royal family. By decree of King Charles III, you are senteo death."

  Wait. What?

  I barely have time tister the words before a sword is drawn. The bde glints uhe torchlight.

  The executioeps forward.

  No. No, no, no—

  This ’t be real.

  The screams grow louder. Helena Sockward stands beside the prince. His arm is around her, protective, while he looks at me with nothing but hatred.

  The world is against me.

  A sudden, sharp pain slices through my chest.

  I gasp.

  I fall.

  I see nothing but darkness.

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  Like a dream.

  Again and Again.

  I wake up. I die.

  I wake up. I die.

  Nothing I do— I try to beg, run, scream—nothing ges.

  I ot escape.

  I am the viliness._

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  And after that long t dream, I wake up in a strange and unfamiliar room. My body feels weird, but at least no one is trying to kill me.

  I look around. The room resembles a European medieval house, with antique furniture and a grand opy bed.

  Just as I try to make sense of my surroundings, a maid enters.

  "My dy, you are awake!"

  I blink at her, my mind still foggy.

  "Who… who are you?" I ask.