The city’s most prestigious university had bestowed upon you a degree, and that degree had secured you a handsome salary. Yet, in the echoing silence of your apartment, those achievements felt like artifacts from a life someone else had lived. Since your parents' passing, a profound solitude had taken root within you, a fortress of your own making. You trusted no one, and your days bled into one another in a monochrome cycle: the sterile hum of the office, the lonely commute, the hollow click of the lock on your front door.

Then, you found an escape—a shimmering portal into a world where love was not just possible, but guaranteed. Imperial Affections, a reverse harem simulation, became your secret solace. Within its digital pages, you could chart a course to a happy ending with one of three compelling heroes: Marius, the devastatingly handsome second son of the Archduke, whose brilliant mind and formidable strength were perpetually overshadowed by his birth order; Theodore, the cold Crown Prince, whose icy arrogance shielded a heart scarred by courtly politics; and Vincent, the cursed Duke of the North, shunned by all of society, who saw in the heroine a kindness that could thaw his frozen soul.

But every fairy tale needs its monster, and this one was no exception. A villainess, crafted for one purpose: to scheme, to fail, and to meet a gruesome, pre-ordained end. You always clicked past her scenes with a faint pity.

After a day that had drained the last of your spirit, you fell into a fitful sleep, the game’s melodies still echoing in your mind.

Your eyes opened not to the familiar glow of your alarm clock, but to the opulent canopy of a velvet-draped bed. The air smelled of beeswax and dried roses. As you sat up, a wave of hushed gasps rippled through the room. Your gaze fell upon a row of servants, their heads bowed so low they seemed to be trying to merge with the marble floor, their bodies trembling in unmistakable terror.

A cold dread, sharp and immediate, seized you. You scrambled from the bed, your heart hammering against your ribs, and stumbled toward a full-length gilded mirror.

The reflection that stared back was not your own.

A cascade of dark, wine-red hair framed a face of ethereal, sharp beauty. Eyes the color of molten gold stared back, wide with a horror that was entirely yours. The features were flawless, cruel, and terrifyingly familiar.

You had not simply entered the game. You had become her—the villainess, the woman destined for ruin.

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