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Reborn with Violet Eyes: The Twin Villains Are Obsessed With Me

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​In his previous life, Elian Sterling was a bedridden patient who only knew the smell of antiseptics and the pain of cancer. He died at nineteen with a single wish: to live a healthy, free life. ​Fate answered... but with a twisted joke. ​Elian wakes up inside a novel he once read, inhabiting the body of the despised "Sub-Villain"—a character destined to die a miserable death at the hands of the city’s most terrifying men. ​Determined to rewrite his ending, Elian decides to change everything. ​He washes off the heavy villain makeup. ​He stops chasing the original male lead. ​And unlike the original owner of the body, he refuses to hide his rare, glowing Violet Eyes, embracing them as a symbol of his new life. ​His survival plan was simple: "Live quietly, enjoy good food, and stay invisible." ​But he didn't realize that his uncovered violet eyes would become his biggest danger. ​On the night of a grand gala, his mesmerizing gaze accidentally catches the attention of the very devils he tried to escape. Kieran and Kaelen Blackwood—the ruthless, identical twin billionaires who rule the underworld. Suffering from incurable madness and insomnia, the Twins find unexpected peace in Elian’s presence. ​Now that the predators have found their "cure," they have no intention of letting him go. ​Kieran : "The noise in my head stops only when you look at me. Do you really think I’ll let you look away?" Kaelen : "You are too beautiful to be hidden. You belong to us now, little mouse." ​Caught between two possessive villains and a family that suddenly dots on him, can Elian survive his new life? Or will his beautiful eyes drag him deeper into their obsessions ? ---------------------------------------------------- This is a work of fiction. All characters involved are adults (18+).
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