Evelyn's world ended in betrayal.
Her fiancé's laughter, her sister's scorn — voices that branded her weak, voiceless, disposable. Rain blurred her tears as she fled into the storm, and when the carriage struck, her last thought was a vow:
"I'll never be powerless again."
But death was not the end.
She opened her eyes to marble halls and gilded mirrors, staring at a face both familiar and strange — silver hair threaded with gold, eyes shifting between icy blue and molten light. She was no longer Evelyn, the forgotten noblewoman. She was Lady Elyra Voss, the villainess of her own unfinished tale.
Whispers called her cruel, wicked, doomed. Yet the woman who once bowed to betrayal now stood tall. If fate demanded she play the villain, she would wield that mask — not to destroy, but to claim her voice, her power, her destiny.
And when her path crossed the storm-grey gaze of Duke Damien Ardent, the empire's cold war hero, the spark of rebellion was lit.
Thus began the awakening of the saint who chose to be wicked.