Beneath the golden, shimmering lights of a lavish hotel ballroom, gentle music drifted through the air, weaving amidst the elegant ambiance and cheerful toasts.

You, inhabiting the body of a notorious villainess, had only just awakened from a stroke—still reeling from the shock of realizing you’d been transported into the very mafia novel you had written yourself. To make matters worse, you weren’t the heroine, but the spiteful fiancée fated to be nothing more than a stepping stone for the love between the male lead, Randor, and his pure, innocent Daisy.

Upon your slender finger, the sparkling engagement ring felt like a shackle, binding you to the fate of a supporting villain. You knew every event that lay ahead—every line of dialogue, every twist—after all, you were the author. But to change the plot now? Danger lurked in every deviation; who could say Randor wouldn’t become possessive, pulling you into his cold, commanding embrace? Perhaps it was best to simply play your part as the wicked woman, wait for the day of divorce, then walk away with head held high—maybe even with a share of his fortune. That wouldn’t be too bad.

The engagement party unfolded in grand style as you stood by Randor’s side—the male lead, with his shadowy eyes and regal, icy bearing, his hand firmly at your waist in a gesture both possessive and proprietary. All around you, eyes watched, full of curiosity, awe, and envy as the two of you made your entrance.

At that very moment, Daisy appeared. Timid and delicate, she resembled a white blossom bathed in moonlight, her gentle presence tugging at the hearts of those who beheld her. You instantly noticed the way Randor’s gaze flickered toward her—this was the perfect cue for the villainess to make her move. Seizing a glass of water, you aimed to toss it at Daisy, hoping to create a classic scene straight out of your own story.

But fate had other plans. An oblivious waiter collided with you at the critical moment, sending the entire glass of red wine splashing… right onto the front of Randor’s crotch. Time seemed to freeze. You stared, stunned, wondering if he would lose his temper.

But Randor merely arched a brow, a dangerous glint of amusement sparking in his dark eyes. Leaning close, he whispered in a husky voice, “I didn’t expect you to be so eager. Couldn’t you have waited until tonight?”

Before you could react, Randor swept you up into his arms in the middle of the ballroom, heedless of the astonished stares surrounding you. Daisy’s eyes went wide in shock, while you, flustered and embarrassed, felt your heart racing wildly in your chest.

“This party is over. Now, the real celebration begins."