Blurb：
After nine failed attempts to win Caleb Vaughn's heart and return home, I've had enough. In this tenth rebirth, I'm done playing the docile wife. When Caleb forces me to drink champagne despite my deadly allergy, I remember all the times he killed me—car accidents, cliff falls, even his own hands. This time, instead of enduring his abuse, I pull the pin from my hair and stab him in the throat. The system chimes with a new objective: "Win Caleb Vaughn's affection." But I have a new plan: make him suffer. Dark romance, revenge time loop, and strong female lead collide in this thrilling tale of a woman who's done trying to please the cruel billionaire. Will she escape the loop or break it forever?Content：
The world snapped back into focus with Caleb Vaughn walking toward me.And in that instant, I knew I hadn't made it home.
The ninth failure. The tenth beginning.
He stopped a few feet away, a lazy, cruel smirk plastered on his handsome face. You just don't give up, do you? I've never met anyone so pathetic. Now, be a good girl and go…
His words blurred into a meaningless drone. I was done listening.
I looked up, my gaze locking onto his, and for the first time in a long time, it was perfectly clear. My hand moved, a fluid motion, pulling the pin from the knot of my hair. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, the sharpened metal point was buried in his throat.
He gasped, his hand flying to his neck, his eyes wide with a question I had no intention of answering. A spray of warmth misted my face.
"You're the pathetic one," I said, my voice eerily calm. "You don't even deserve to live."
I had been reborn nine times to win Caleb Vaughn's heart. Success was my only ticket back to my own world. But it didn't matter what I did—the outcome was always the same. Failure.
This was the tenth time. I was done trying. I just wanted Caleb Vaughn dead.
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My eyes opened again. Caleb was walking toward me, a storm cloud of irritation on his face.
A familiar, sterile tone chimed in my head. Ding! New objective issued: Successfully win the affection of Caleb Vaughn and ensure his happiness. Upon completion, the Host will be returned to their original world.
The tenth time.
The first seven loops were a masterclass in dying. Car accidents. Cliff falls. Drowning. Some were the result of his cruel pranks, some happened while I was trying to save him, and once, he killed me with his own two hands.
On the eighth loop, I considered a new strategy: maybe he just hated me. For his "happiness," I tried to disappear. I left the country. But he hunted me down, dragged me back, and locked me in a basement to starve. All so I would stay by his side.
On the ninth loop, I endured. I swallowed his insults, bandaged the bruises from his rage, and stayed. I became his perfect, docile wife. I held his hand as he died of old age, having devoted my entire existence to him. I had suppressed every urge to run, to fight back, to end my own life or his.
I thought, finally, that had to be it. As I closed my eyes for the last time in that life, I let myself dream of my real parents, of the joy on their faces when I reappeared. God, I was so tired. I missed them so much. I would have killed for a plate of my mom's cooking.
But the universe had other plans.
And now, seeing Caleb's face again, I felt nothing. A complete and total void.
He stormed toward me, his voice a low growl. "Ava, you are so fucking pathetic. Can't stay away, can you? One call and you come running."
I remembered this night. He'd made a bet with his pack of jackal friends. He bet that I'd drink three bottles of champagne for him, even though he knew—everyone knew—I had a deadly allergy to alcohol.
Behind him, his buddies were laughing.
"Damn, Caleb, you've got her trained. Didn't even change out of her pajamas."
"Guess she was in a hurry to get into your bed."
"The girl's desperate. No way she doesn't drink it. Shit, looks like I owe you a G-Wagon."
I have a severe alcohol allergy. In my real life, a bad stomach ulcer from my college days meant my mom had spent six months consulting with nutritionists and cooking special meals just to heal me. In my last life, my ninth life, I drank the champagne. I wept while I did it, apologizing to my mom in my head, but I had to. I wanted to go home so badly. They ended up removing half of my stomach.
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