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Oh my goodness! I was in a novel—not just reading it, but living it as the doomed heroine, Emily Summers. I knew her story by heart: a relentless cycle of betrayal, beatings, a forced miscarriage, even losing her eyes and a kidney. All for nothing. Her reward was a miserable death, only then the male lead realized she'd been innocent. Talk about useless regret. The worst part? This place seemed to run on pure melodrama, with zero real laws. The injustice of it burned me up. I finally dozed off, too furious to even keep my eyes open. When I woke, the pieces clicked into place with grim clarity. I was right at the story's lowest point: the day Emily was framed by Charles Kingston's saintly Bianca White and lost her baby. A bitter laugh escaped me. Well, wasn't this a perfect starting line? My hand dove into my pocket, found the phone. Three quick taps, then I held it to my ear, my voice clear and sharp. "Emergency services? I'd like to report an attempted murder." Let's see if this dramatic, lawless little world of theirs even had police.