In his past life, Lucas Virelli was just your average sleep-deprived author—living off coffee, deadlines, and the bittersweet hope that someone, anyone, would read his fantasy novel. But fate had other plans.

While rescuing his ex-wife's cat from a tree, Lucas takes a fatal fall… only to wake up in the worst place possible:

  Inside his own story.
  As the villainess he created.
  And she’s scheduled to die. A lot.

Now reborn as Seraphine Von Solace, the infamous noblewoman known for her sharp tongue, scandalous affairs, and cruel fate, Lucas must navigate the twisted plotlines of his half-finished novel—only this time, he’s living it. Worse? The story’s changing.

Enter the Villainess System, a chaotic voice in her head that gives bonus points for drama, missions for chaos, and the occasional, “Oops, you broke the plot again.”

And if that wasn't enough?
• The crown prince she once humiliated is suddenly... interested.
• The cold villain duke is acting way too protective.
• The sweet heroine she planned to kill off? Now wants her as a bestie—or a rival.
• And oh—the execution scene she wrote? It's tomorrow.

Armed with plot knowledge, sass, and a wardrobe to kill, Seraphine must survive tea parties turned death traps, political games with magical stakes, and steamy entanglements she definitely didn’t write into her draft.

Can an author-turned-villainess rewrite her destiny, or is she doomed to suffer every cliché she once penned?

One thing’s for sure:
If she's going down, she’s going down in style.

"System," I whispered in my sleep, "I swear if you spawn another shirtless man in my house, I'm going to riot."


"Why are you holding a ring box?" I asked, staring at the smug bastard standing in my parlor like he owned it.


Duke Lysander Thorne smirked, placing a box on the table.


"The part where you pretend you're not enjoying this."


I crossed my arms. "Lysander, are you high?"


"On power. And curiosity," he replied. "You're up to something. And I want in."


"This isn't a business merger. This is marriage."


He leaned closer. "Then consider it hostile acquisition."


I smiled sweetly. "Lysander, darling… if you wanted to get on one knee, you could've at least bought me dinner first."


His smirk widened. "You're impossible."


"And you're delusional. Try again when your seduction level breaks 10%."


"No," I said. "Just rejecting a power-hungry duke's sudden urge to marry me."


Lysander raised a brow. "Temporarily rejecting."


That night, Aria stayed over—claiming she "wanted to talk." But we both knew something else was off.


We sat on the bed in our nightgowns, staring at the ceiling.


"Seraphine," she said suddenly, "what would you do if… someone close to you wasn't who they used to be?"


Instead, she threw a pillow at my face.


"YOU WITCH!" I shrieked, launching one back.


And thus began the most passive-aggressive pillow fight of all time.


She giggled, I fake-pouted, feathers flew—and for a moment, we were just two girls.


But beneath that laughter, I saw it in her eyes.


⚠️ Warning: Love Triangle Approaching Rapidly


I lay awake long after Aria fell asleep beside me.


No clue what the system would throw at me next.


This villainess wasn't going down without a fight.


Chapter 6 - 6 CHAPTER :“A Proposal, A Plot, and a Pillow Fight”