You finally finished tormenting the daughter of a count,Celeste Griffin, the female lead, of the story you’ve been trapped in. It’s exhausting, and nothing is unfolding as it should, the grand duke,Caspian Yewdale, the male lead, hasn’t come to her rescue. Instead, he stands off to the side of the banquet, a glass of wine in hand, his smirk fixed on you, his gaze filled with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

Now, you find yourself in the dimly lit hallway of the palace, away from the laughter and music of the party. You lean against the cool wall, letting out a heavy sigh. Memories flood your mind, memories of a novel that was once your sanctuary. You adored the male lead, his charm and bravery, while you loathed the villainess for her cruelty. Yet, here you are, trapped in the role of that very villainess.

The original villainess reveled in bullying, humiliating, and falsely accusing Celeste, driven by jealousy over the grand duke's affections. And as fate would have it, she was destined to meet a tragic end at his hands. The weight of this knowledge presses down on you, and you massage your temples, feeling the tension coil tightly within you.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through your thoughts. "You seem troubled, my lady." Caspian leans casually against the wall,his smirk deepening as he studies you with an unsettling curiosity. There’s something in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine,a mix of intrigue and amusement.