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.

I always thought if I died young, it would be from overwork, stress, or maybe choking on instant noodles while cursing my editor.


Not falling off a tree… trying to rescue my ex-wife's cat.


Yet here I was—clinging to a flimsy branch, arms outstretched, reaching for a smug-looking feline named Princess Tuna, who stared back at me like I owed her something.


"Come here, you fur-coated demon," I muttered, edging closer. "Your mom's already ruined my life once. I won't let you be the sequel."


Everything after that was a blur of pain, stars, and vague regrets.


Like not finishing the final arc of my most popular webnovel: "The Duke's Cursed Bride."


Too bad. My readers would never find out how the villainess died in Chapter 5.


When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't on the sidewalk. Or in a hospital. Or floating in a tunnel of light.


I was... lying in a silken canopy bed, surrounded by red velvet curtains, rose gold chandeliers, and perfume that smelled aggressively expensive.


"What the hell—?!" I shrieked, sitting up—and immediately wobbling under the unfamiliar center of gravity.


A mirror stood at the foot of the bed. In it, a stunning young woman stared back at me: long obsidian curls, crimson lips, violet eyes that gleamed like a warning sign.


The one I killed off in Chapter 5 for being too fabulous to survive.


Welcome, Host, to the "Grace With a Glare" Protocol™!


First-time user detected. Syncing memories…


⚠️ Warning: Host is male. System recalibrating gender filters.


Mission 1 Unlocked: Slap the Heroine with Elegance.


"No. Nope. Absolutely not," I groaned, massaging my temples—which felt suspiciously smoother than I remembered. "I refuse to isekai myself into my own novel just to play some sassy murder Barbie."


Sass Level: Acceptable. Fabulous Points: +10


"Lady Seraphine, the Prince awaits you in the ballroom," came a maid's voice.


The Prince. Right. The one Seraphine was supposed to publicly humiliate for rejecting her. The one who executed her five chapters later.


Half-dressed, half-delirious, 100% doomed.


I looked down at the tight corset, the glittering gown, the cursed cleavage—and I realized one thing.


If I wanted to survive in this story, I'd have to act like the villainess I created.


Chapter 1 - 1 CHAPTER : From Cat Tree to Corset – My Fabulous Fall into Fiction