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In order to achieve star status in the show business industry you need: a. To be beautiful and use that beauty to reel in rich backers, producers or directors that would help you get the best jobs; or b. Be born in a rich family that can invest in projects and let you act in them. Having a rich family would ensure you never have to step into the darkened hotel rooms; You would think talent would be one of the requirements to shine but more times than not those with talent have their wings clipped before they could take flight. Kiera had the beauty and talent to make it big but she was not willing to make hotel room deals just to make it. In her naivety she thought she could crawl her way up on her own. But for years she had been relegated to background characters and as a stepping stone for richer actresses. She had her ideas stolen and made the center of dark rumors. All the while people are waiting for her to fall hard enough to turn to them for help and sign away her life as she knew it. After an accident, she found herself years in the past. This time around she's determined to make the right decisions. Stepping on others if needed. Being a good person led her nowhere, maybe getting her hands dirty this time would get her closer to her dreams. Could she make the right choices this time? Will she be able to get back what she had previously thrown aside to pursue her dreams? --- “If this face can’t make me famous as a main character, then I will be the villainess people will never forget. I’ll be the bad woman they always whispered me to be.”

Pernah terukir, sebelum berakhir.

In her first life she was the idiot that believed wholeheartedly in a man. In a man who planned the murder and downfall of her family. The man that only ever used her. “Did you every love me?” she asked as he ordered his men to throw her into the raging seas. “Who could ever love you?” he had replied with a laugh. In her second life, she lived and breathed to ruin him and his empire. She wanted nothing more than to take away everything he had. She felt nothing but rage and despair. But once she killed him, she had nothing left to live for. A heart that lived for revenge had no place for love. She felt empty. She had nothing, she only yearned for death. A deity must have taken pity on her and let her open her eyes once again in another world. Maybe here she can find peace, maybe here she can start anew.

Ketegal jaku urang kitai labuh, ketegal jaku urang mega kitai pengidup kitai nemu ancur. Pia ko. . . (Sapa ends empia me ya?. . . .)

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Semesta memang tak bisa ditebak, Entah aku yang terjebak, Atau aku yang tak bisa menolak. Meski terkadang merasa sesak, Kisah kitapun mengalir, bagai es batu yang mencair. Bahkan hingga akhir.. Tak pernah sekalipun aku menyesali bagai mana cerita ini terjalin? Bertemu denganmu dipersimpangan jalan, Semua tak pernah terbayangkan. Tidak ada yang bisa menebak garis takdir. Dan kamu, satu yang telah hadir. Meski terkadang aku merasa getir. Sungguh kau telah membawaku jauh keangkasa, Melambung dengan rasa. Menciptakan kisah dalam romansa. Tak ada yang salah akan cinta, Karena sanubari tak melihatnya dengan mata. Namun bukan berarti cinta ini menjadi buta. Entah apa maksud semesta? Kita banyak sama, meski tak sama. Kemanakah alur cerita ini berlabuh? Akankah cerita kita elusif? Dalam tanya yang tak terjawab? Biarlah ku jumpai ia, meski pijar sudah tak lagi istimewa. Dan rinduku ini sudah tak bernyawa. Yang aku tahu, apa yang tertakar sudah pasti tidak akan pernah tertukar.