The Villain's PactChapter 2

When I woke up in the hospital, my head was full of a story that wasn't mine.

I was a character in a trashy romance novel.

I was Sloane, the "vicious best friend," whose job was to make the heroine's life hell.

Asher was the "psycho male friend," who loved the heroine so much he eventually kidnapped her, only to be brutally murdered by the hero.

My ending? Even worse. The hero, Connor, has me committed to a high-security asylum—even though I'm perfectly sane—where I eventually set fire to my own room and die.

A chill went down my spine. Note to self: Stay away from Connor.

I sat up. Asher was sleeping peacefully in the next bed. His face was angelic, his eyelashes ridiculously long. A total waste. He had the face of a K-Pop idol but the brain of a lemming, chasing a girl who hated him.

I was about to sneak out when his eyes snapped open and he grabbed my wrist.

"Sloane? But... you were supposed to burn to death."

My jaw dropped. "You know? You're a 'character' too?"

He looked around, confused. "Am I... did I get sent back?"

We stared at each other. In that moment, we both had the exact same thought: What a dumbass.

The door burst open. My father and his mother rushed in, both crying.

His mom grabbed my dad's arm. "I knew it, Robert! They've been best friends since birth! They were always meant for each other. Even a lightning strike couldn't separate them!"

My dad nodded, his eyes wet. "The psychic was right! It's fate! The second we signed the engagement papers, they both stabilized! It's a miracle!"

I'm sorry, what?