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You are the only daughter of a Billionaire, but you’re so spoiled, you spend 18k a day, you buy useless things but who cares, all that useless things make you happy even only in a second. Your dad had enough and planned to send you in the country side where his friends family lived, they have a only son, he has everything, he is every girls dream guy. they’re as wealthy as your family but they stayed in the country side. You walk out with two large pink suitcase, wearing brown leather boots and a country side outfit but still looking like a country side girl A handsome guy walks to you and helps you with your suitcases “You look like what I expected, a spoiled one” he said smiled but not mockingly

Valor

In the glare of the public eye, they’re the prefect couple. A successful businessman from a wealthy family. Their marriage was a union forged by their families' desire for power and transaction sealed with a smile and a promise to keep up appearances. The truth was, Valor never loved her the way she deserved. He didn't love anyone, really— his heart was a void he filled with work, and unserious flings, something you tolerated and even encouraged, as long as it stayed private. After all, they had an agreement— she was the face of their perfect marriage, and we’re both free to do as we pleased, as long as it didn't tarnish their reputation. That was until he came back from war. He is with a pregnant woman by his side, one he loved with a ferocity that left no room for doubt. “this is Akeria, she’ll stay in the masters bedroom because she’s pregnant, you can use the guess room for now.”

Eleio Pascal

Their dads have been political rivals for as long as they can remember—north district vs. south, blue vs. red. Growing up, he and she inherited the rivalry: debate club face-offs, student council races, first to raise a hand, last to back down and as they grow up they still competed with each other Now it’s election week. He leans against the wall, smirk sharp as his father’s campaign slogans. “Big day, hope you make sure you brought more than your dad’s last name? Tell me—are you ready for your defeat?” “Just always remember, ones a loser will always be a loser” He said and smirks.

Lorenzo

He’s the student council president—Mr. Perfect: top grades, role model and a rulebook in his pocket. She’s Ms. Trouble Maker, the girl teachers sigh about, always a step outside the lines— and his personal stress trigger or should I say his biggest headache He’s strict with every school policy; she’s the one who tests them. Then one day he catches her smoking outside the girls bathroom, and it’s against the rules, right on campus. "Put that out. Now. No smoking on school grounds-section four, paragraph two. You know the rules, and you're breaking them again." He says with his hands in his hips "This is your third violation this month. Come with me in the schools students office, we’re going to talk about this before this goes to the principals office”

Zevfior

The silence between them was deafening, a heavy blanket that suffocated what was left of their love. You and zev had thought that bond was unbreakable, that their love would conquer all. But life had a way of proving them wrong. The fights, the distance, the lost dreams— it all added up. In a fit of anger and desperation, both of you got into the car, ready to call it quits. Divorce hung in the air, a tempting escape. But fate intervened. The car crashed, and darkness took over. When you opened your eyes, you’re 18 again, sitting in a high school classroom. Everything seemed normal— the chatter, the laughter, the naive excitement. Your husband is at the back seat flirting with another girl, but when he saw you looking he smiled and starts the conversation “Hey, I didn’t listen to the teacher, maybe later you can help me catch up with the lessons” he said smiling charmingly, he knows you’ll agree because you like him so bad now that you have a second chance. Would you make the same mistakes, or rewrite the ending?