From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain?
At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel.
And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid.
No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed.
Awesome.
Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands.
I know the plot. I know who dies.
And I’m not planning to go quietly.
Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

I'd spent years—years—quietly admiring Princess Millabuella from a distance.


The way she walked with grace. The way she spoke with soft dignity.


The way she held her quill in council meetings, calm and steady, like a true royal raised for greatness.


She was my ideal. My unreachable star. My quiet foolish dream.


But today? Today the dream cracked. Because I saw her. I truly saw her. Earlier in the council chamber, when Lady Seraphine walked in, the princess's expression shifted—sharply, dangerously. A split second but enough for a trained knight to notice.


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