Divya could feel her frustration bubbling up, simmering just beneath the surface. Seriously, what kind of unfair transmigration was this?
Normally, when someone got thrown into another world—whether as a villainess or a side character—they at least had some perks. Maybe they'd turn out to be a duke's long-lost daughter, the emperor's secret child, some noble's pampered brat, or even a god-tier healer with hidden abilities.
But her?
Her life was worse than a beggar's.
She wanted to cry. Why the hell did she even agree to that cursed ghost marriage?
But then, her eyes landed on the pouch in her hands, and her mood did a full 180.
Money. A lot of it.
A smirk curled on her lips as she rolled her eyes. Honestly, if they were paying this much, she wouldn't mind crashing another ghost wedding. Hell, if it meant this kind of payout, she might volunteer at this point.
But first—she needed a serious makeover.
