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.

The royal messenger handed me a black envelope sealed with silver wax.


> "By royal decree, Lady Seraphine is invited to the Annual Moonlight Ball."


Because the Moonlight Ball was where heroines rise, villains fall, and reputations burn.


> 💌 Bonus Objective: Make Caelan speak to you again.


I stared at the invite, sighed, and whispered, "I'm not ready."


> Who needs ready when you've got drama and cleavage?


The ballroom glittered with starlight and suspicion.


I wore midnight blue, slit up to the thigh, hair pinned in a crown of silver thorns. I looked like danger. I felt like disaster.


Eyes followed me. Lips whispered. Fans fluttered.


He wore sharp black and steel, eyes colder than the wine in his glass. He didn't look at me when he entered.


> ⚠️ Prince Caelan Status: Cold. Cunning. Calculating.


🌒 Emotion Gauge: "Do Not Approach Without Armor"


I made my way to him, heart thumping like a war drum.


He looked at me. No warmth. No hate. Just unreadable silence.


"Don't mistake mercy for affection, Lady Seraphine. I no longer offer either."


Across the ballroom, Aria danced with the crown prince — her smile sickly sweet as she made sure I saw it.


I ran to the balcony to breathe, to escape—


He smirked. "I assume your prince is mad?"


"More like emotionally preparing my assassination," I muttered.


"I warned you," he said, stepping closer. "You can't love in this world without consequence."


"Then what do you want from me, Lysander?"


> "Everything. And I always take what I want."


Then the ballroom behind us exploded in gasps.


Because a dark mist just filled the air.


🎭 Curse Activation: "Midnight Bloom"


Suddenly, black petals swirled around me, clinging to my skin.


Everyone stared. Even Aria looked shocked.


He ran to me, catching me before I fell. "Seraphine!"


"I thought… you didn't offer mercy anymore," I whispered, dazed.


He looked down, jaw clenched. "You were never supposed to get hurt."


⚠️ Status: Protective. Unstable. Dangerous Love Triggered.


And then, from the shadows — a whisper only I could hear.


> "Let's see how you rewrite this, author."


Chapter 9 - 9 CHAPTER :“Cursed Invitations and Caelan’s Change”