Her Borrowed Life

“The first thing I registered was the cold, then a throbbing migraine as a flood of memories that weren' t mine overwhelmed me. I was Anya, the new, unwelcome wife of ruthless Julian Vance, trapped in a mansion that felt more like a museum. This wasn't my life; my own had ended in a stupid, unremarkable accident. The previous Anya had been desperate, marrying for money, set to become just another one of Julian's possessions, heading for a very bad end. But a disembodied voice inside me had given a clear directive: survive. Change the script. My immediate challenge: Leo, Julian' s nephew, who stood at the top of the grand staircase, his face resentful. The memories told me the original Anya had been cruel to him, turning him into a rival, destined to make my future miserable. I was supposed to be his wicked stepmother. A cold dread settled in. No, I wouldn' t be. The original Anya's path led to ruin, her abuse of the boy ultimately causing her downfall. This wasn't my life, but it was my problem now. My new job wasn't just to survive; it was to get paid, and step one involved flipping the script entirely. I wasn't just going to survive; I was going to explode this whole narrative. My first strategic move: win over the angry kid who stared daggers at me from the stairs.”