Rewriting My Fate My Billionaire Guardian Angel

The night before our engagement party, my fiancé shoved a bone marrow donor consent form in front of me.

"Mia, Chloe is dying. You have to save her!"

I gripped the pen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Last night, while going through the vintage camera my late mother left me, it suddenly whirred and spat out a photo.

On the back, a line of blood-red text had materialized:

[Tomorrow, during the bone marrow harvest, Mia Thorne dies from complications. Her heartbroken fiancé, Julian Hayes, tearfully bids her farewell and announces his wedding to Chloe Bennett three months later.]