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.

"Remind me again why I'm in a bath with rose petals and existential dread?"


I stared at the water, now pink from the mixture of oils, and contemplated drowning myself before the system could assign another quest.


💦 Objective: Look Irresistible While Relaxing


🛁 Side Mission: Accidental Encounter Unlocked


My eye twitched. "System. Don't you dare."


I leaned back, sighing, trying to find peace. My muscles ached from days of social fencing, smirking through my teeth, and pretending I wasn't seconds from breakdown. Being a former male author stuck in his villainess's body was… draining. And hot. Mostly hot.


"—Lady Seraphine! Forgive me!" a flustered male voice shouted.


A figure burst in. Tall. Wet. Towel slipping. Muscles everywhere.


"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" I shrieked, hugging myself as he whipped around, hands over his eyes.


"The system—!" he began. "I mean—I was following a magical signature—I didn't mean to—your tub's glowing—!"


"I'm going to throw this soap at you," I warned.


Caelan turned halfway, struggling to explain, hair dripping, shirt completely gone.


I chucked a bar of rose-scented soap at his face.


Later that evening, I sat in my dressing robe, face flushed, brain melting.


He's thinking about you now. And your… bubbles.


"System, I swear, if you try to force a towel drop scene next—"


Aria sat at her window, a letter clutched in her hand.


"Why is she different? What is she hiding?"


The Seraphine she knew never blushed, never bantered. Never danced with Caelan.


Now? The noblemen were circling her like moths.


And Aria? She felt something foreign stir in her chest. It wasn't just suspicion.


Back at the estate, I collapsed onto my bed.


And the heroine? She was starting to think I wasn't her bestie anymore.


🔥 BONUS POV: Prince Caelan After the Bath Disaster


Prince Caelan Everhart paced his chambers like a soldier with a sword up his ass.


Okay, he knew why. It was a bath. But still—Seraphine had never been the vulnerable type. She used to sneer, flirt coldly, ruin reputations for breakfast. But now?


Now she made him forget which one of them was the danger.


He collapsed into a chair, face red, groaning into his hands.


"By the gods," he muttered. "I saw everything."


He wasn't supposed to feel this way about Seraphine. She was the villainess. The one everyone warned him about. And yet—


Her smile last night… the way she danced, glowing like moonlight wrapped in silk…


And he was completely, utterly, doomed.


Chapter 5 - CHAPTER 5:“Bath, Boobs, and Betrayal”