I was Lady Valentina Avington, the beautiful, wicked, and narcissistic villainess of a novel. When I recalled memories of my past life, I decided I wanted everything the heroine had.
Using my knowledge of the future, I became a fake saint, the successor to my house, the future queen, and won over the male leads. When the novel began, all I had to do was dispose of the female lead.
Yet nothing was as it seemed, and before I knew it, my perfect facade fell to pieces.
“You’re not who I thought you were.”
“I despise you, Sister.”
“It’s revolting to even look at you.”
Call it ambition or greed, I would get what I wanted, by any means necessary. No matter the cost, I would definitely win.
No need to like me, I have no excuses. Will you be cheering for my downfall, like the rest of them?