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 Flame Festival. A celebration of light, love, and low-key romantic disasters.


Everyone who was anyone was there. Lanterns floated into the air like tiny wishes, while fireworks bloomed overhead. I stood at the edge of the royal garden, wishing I could set myself on fire and call it a night.


💋 Bonus Reward: First Kiss Achievement Unlocked (Pending…)


💃 THE SCENE: Me, in a backless crimson dress.


Caelan, in black velvet with his hair slicked back.


Lysander, arriving late and pissed because he didn't get to escort me.


"Seraphine," Caelan whispered, offering me his hand as the music started. "May I have this dance?"


"Sure," I said, smiling like I wasn't about to ruin three lives with one twirl.


I hadn't danced like this in years. Correction: I hadn't danced ever. As a man in my old world, the closest I got was dodging tax audits and spilling coffee on editors.


But somehow, my body moved like it belonged here.


He held me like I was breakable. Like I was… cherished.


He looked down at me. "You feel… different these days."


"Braver. Wilder. Like you don't care about the court anymore."


"Maybe I'm tired of playing nice," I murmured.


Lysander. Furious. Smirking. Possessive.


"I was in the middle of a very important scene—" I snapped.


He ignored me and pulled me away, his voice low. "That boy doesn't deserve to be your first kiss."


"You're not in charge of my lips!" I hissed.


(Warning: THIS WILL HAVE CONSEQUENCES.)


Hard. Confident. Fast enough to steal my breath—


"You belong to no one, Seraphine. But if someone will ruin you, it will be me."


And somehow, I'd just won the Flame Festival's Most Memorable Moment Award.


> 🎉 Achievement Unlocked: First Kiss


That night, in the quiet of my chambers, the system pinged softly.


"Guess I really wrote myself into doom, huh?"


> Nah, bestie. You wrote yourself into a reverse harem.


And the chaos is only just beginning 😈


Chapter 7 - 7 CHAPTER :“The Flame Festival and the Forbidden Kiss”