What Happens In The Red Notebook (Spoilers)?

WARNING: This Novel is R-18 (Contain's Mature content (18+), Strong Abuse and Whole Lot of torture Acts, Kindly read at you own risk) ------ "SHE WAS VIRGIN” I cursed under my breath upon seeing her unconscious naked figure lying under me.Erica escaped New York after she took revenge from Samara Singh by burning her alive in her mansion to avenge her elder brother Mike who was gang raped by samara’s bodyguards however Erica was completely unaware of danger that was awaiting for her in future, ‘Samrat Singh’ a Ruthless, Brutal and Vicious Billionaire also elder step brother of Samara Singh who is determined to Break Erica in every way’s possible for destroying samara’s life.But that's not all, Samrat is completely unaware erica's true identity, she is an enigma who he yet have to unfold.Erica and mike they themselves hold some Dark and Bitter past also that have their very own personal agenda to fulfil which will shatter every single perfect life around them...!Follow us on journey of ‘RED: The shade of Betrayal’ to unfold our 'Dark Romance' tale which is filled with utter suspense and thrill ----------------- (Also If you all wish to see face's of our character for 'RED: The shade of Betrayal' and 'RAVAN' then do checkout my insta account valentinestories_1728)

After I was reborn, I was the one who changed the name on my blood bond with Prince Mortlock. I wrote in “Isabella”—the other vampire he’d always cherished, always protected. When Isabella wanted the ruby necklace, the one that marked the Prince's Mate, I let her have it. The wedding dress Mortlock had prepared for me? I gave that to Isabella, too. I did it all because in my past life, I got my wish. I became Mortlock’s mate, but I lived every moment in Isabella’s shadow. In the end, during a battle with vampire hunters, Mortlock ran to a wounded Isabella first. I was the one left to take a silver stake through the heart. So this time, I decided to let them be. To stay far away from Mortlock. But this time, the cold, distant Prince wept and begged me to be his mate again.

For five years, Mira poured her obsession into The Reckoning of Caelen Mors—a dark fantasy about a ruthless duke and the woman he becomes dangerously fixated on. At 2:47 AM, exhausted and alone, she died at her laptop. Her final words still glowed on the screen: "Duke Caelen finally showed her his true face. It was nothing like she imagined." She woke as Isadora Vess—the secondary character from her manuscript—in a silk bed, in a monster's house, with servants calling her by a name she'd invented. The problem: Mira remembers writing this world. She knows every dark secret. She knows how the story should end. Except her memories are fractured. The manuscript was never finished. And the characters have evolved without her input, making choices she never wrote, saying things she never scripted. Worse—Duke Caelen knows she's different. He's been waiting for her. Across seventeen timelines, he's seen her arrive at this exact moment. And in three of them, everything burned. Now Isadora must navigate a world she created but no longer controls, surrounded by men who each want to use her—a charming prince offering escape, a dark count offering power, and a villain offering the only thing that might be true: the answer to why she's here, and what happens when an author gets trapped in her own story. Because in every version where Isadora arrives, the empire falls. And Caelen has been waiting a very long time to see which ending she'll choose this time.

On the day of our wedding, my fiance Thomas Warsh was killed in a car accident on the way there. His adopted sister rushed toward me, clutching his ashes, accusing me of being a jinx who brought him misfortune. I was drowning in grief when a line of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [You must remain a widow for three years for your deceased husband. After three years, he will be reincarnated and return to love you again!] [Don’t ever remarry. Otherwise, the male lead will never rest in peace, and you will suffer for the rest of your life!] That was when I learned that my fiancé and I were the hero and heroine of a novel. Only by following the spoilers in the comments and completing the storyline could I reunite with him. I did not remarry. Guided by the comments, I remained a widow for three years, and then another three. However, it was not until I suddenly died from a severe illness that I discovered the truth–the comments had all been written by Thomas. He had faked his death, changed his appearance, married his adopted sister, and fed me endless empty promises so I would continue to slave away for the Warsh family. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding.

I've been in a secret relationship with Declan Gibson for five years, and I've tried to seduce him more times than I can count. Yet, when I stand in front of him in my birthday suit and a pair of bunny ears, all he does is worry that I'll catch a cold and wrap me in a blanket. I used to think his restraint came from being the mafia don, that he was saving our first time for our wedding night. However, one month before the ceremony, he secretly plans the city's grandest fireworks show to celebrate his childhood sweetheart's birthday. They hug and share a slice of cake in public. That night, they check into a hotel. … The next morning, I watch them leave together. That's when I realize Declan is not restrained. He just doesn't love me, so I walk out of the hotel. I call my parents. "Dad, I've broken up with Declan. I'll marry into the Sullivan family as planned." My father is stunned. "I thought you were madly in love with Declan. Why did you break up? I heard Bryson can't have children. You've always loved kids. What will you do once you marry him?" "It's fine," I reply, disheartened. "We can always adopt."

"I will never forgive them. I will never! I live only for this. Every breath I've taken since then is all for today. I don't care if you kneel to kiss my feet. Take it easy, I will not forget your kindness. Therefore, please accept my deepest gratitude, which you will never forget to death. And just so you know… even God can't save you from me." "Te!" Thea turned around. Everything is done up to here. "Thea?" BANG! BANG! ---------- What do people say about first love? 1. First love never dies. 2. I shouldn't be in love. 3. It's a wonderful memory. Up until now, Thea didn't know who she could call her first love. Was it this person who was at her feet, or someone behind her, who was looking at her in disbelief? **The story is divided into two separate times for the first half. Hopefully, it doesn't confuse you all**