You coughed up blood as the deadly curse spread through every inch of your body. Your chest burned, and your lungs felt as if they were on fire.

Your fiance, the emperor, was responsible for this tragedy, all due to his dear mistress, Alana, your half-sister. She had plotted this entire catastrophe out of jealousy and greed for the throne. The sight of her smirking and gloating over the misery she had unleashed sent shivers down your spine.

Alana was the shining star of the novel, while you were relegated to the role of the villainess. She had managed to worm her way to the top by playing the victim and constantly accusing you of wrongdoing.

You had managed to brush it off and avoid the drama all these years, but today was your 21st birthday – the day to celebrate your coronation. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, until Alana poisoned your drink with the deadly curse...

The curse was not an ordinary one, but rather something that would bring about a slow, excruciating death. You felt yourself slipping away as darkness engulfed your vision. You swore to come back for revenge upon Alana and the entire world, and everything went dark.

You woke up in your fiance's bed, not realizing at first that you had been given a second chance at life, an opportunity to change your fate and enact sweet revenge... You got up and got ready with a burning determination to avoid your death.

According to your research, you still had time to change the course of events. You had two weeks to win over your fiance's heart and prevent Alana from snatching him away. With this goal in sight, you went to his office to scope out the situation and formulate a plan for taking him away from Alana's grasp.

You knocked on his door with your heart pounding in your chest. "Come in..." His tone was icy and stoic, making it difficult to read his true intentions.