I, Robellyn Dines, found myself reincarnated in the world of a revenge-driven novel—but with a twist. To my dismay, I had become the villainess destined to meet a grim fate at the hands of that very revenge.
In the original story, I had an affair with the Crown Prince, the intended husband of the female lead, and committed numerous malicious acts. My ultimate end was to perish beneath the guillotine.
But there was no way I was going to accept that fate.
“Fine. I’ll eliminate that useless excuse for a husband before anything even begins!”
My plan was simple: I needed to push the original female lead and male lead together, effectively escaping this doomed narrative.
And I succeeded.
I even thwarted the pivotal moment that was supposed to ignite the romance between the female lead and Crown Prince Ian.
However…
‘Why on earth is this man sleeping next to me?’
In a twist of fate, I accidentally spent the night with the Crown Prince himself.
At this rate, my situation was eerily similar to the original story!
In a panic, I made my escape. After all, Ian was notorious for being a playboy; surely he would forget about a one-night slip-up.
—
“You’re the one. The woman who slept with me and then disappeared.”
The moment Ian blocked my exit, I realized I was in deep trouble.
“N-no, you must be confusing me with someone else—”
“Really?”
As I desperately protested, Ian’s lips curled into a sly smile. With deliberate slowness, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
“Then shall we confirm it?”
“C-confirm what exactly?”
“Whether or not you’re the woman from that night. I think a little reenactment will jog your memory.”
With that, the last button of his shirt fell open.
