[COMPLETE] I died from overwork and woke up as the empire's most spoiled villainess-Lady Seraphina Valeria. In the novel, she was executed for trying to poison the saintly heroine. I have no plans of dying again, thank you very much. My new plan? Avoid the heroine, outsmart the prince, and strike a deal with the mysterious black-market mage everyone fears. Unfortunately, the story doesn't like being rewritten-and the "villainess" everyone hates might just become its biggest glitch. If fate wants me dead again, it'll have to try harder.

SUMMARY: Viota Univers, Empress of Hartwood, stands at the edge of Silverbloom Hill, her once passionate love for Emperor Lucian Hartwood shattered beyond repair. For years, she devoted herself to him, enduring his cold indifference, his cruel words, and his unwavering faith in Irene Whitlock. Her love was obsessive, all-consuming, but it was never enough. The final blow came when Lucian accused her family of treason and sentenced them to death. He didn't listen to her pleas, didn't care for her tears-he had already given his heart to another. Alone, broken, and betrayed, Viota whispers her final words: "If there is another life, I will never love you again." And with that, she steps off the cliff, embracing the darkness. But the gods have been watching. A celestial force takes pity on her, granting her a second chance. She awakens five years in the past-before her engagement, before her downfall. This time, she vows that she will never love Lucian Hartwood again. ( If my story matches any other than I don't know because I felt like writing this story. This story may have a similar concept but I have taken the idea to write this story after reading many stories. So I have not copied my favourite novel is "The abandoned empress" and this story is similar to that)

So transmigration into a novel is real. Fantastic. But instead of waking up as the dazzling heroine or the cunning villainess... I got stuck as the cannon fodder side character. The one who showed up twice and died in a single sentence. Two scenes. One line of death. That's my entire legacy. Even the villainess gets more respect than me. Well, not this time. I refused to play. I got a second chance, and I'm taking it all- the story, the characters, and the author can choke on their own plot. _

Arc 1 - 5finished✅ Final Arc On-Going 📝 Hestia del Rosario is a powerful noblewoman born from proud house of the Rosario Marchiony. She is known for tormenting her own daughter for the simple reason of... not being born a boy. In the original story, she died a brutal death at the hands of her husband: the Duke himself. Her daughter? Left to rot in the woods... until the female lead finds her and raises her as her own. I was just your ordinary about to be transmigrated girl before I died. But then i suddenly woke up and became the abusive, spoiled, and "evil mother" who died in chapter three! Getting poisoned by my husband? No way! Letting my daughter be taken away by a kind-hearted commoner? Well it can't be helped! She is the Female Lead, who can resist such charm?! But dying again? Absolutely not! "Your grace please don't hurt me" "Your grace I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" "Mommy...?" "Mom, where are you going?" "Mom, please don't leave me here with Dad. I want to go with you!" If I want to survive in this story, I have to rewrite the role I've been given before the main plot catches up to me. All I need to do is not abuse my daughter, do not blackmail the Duke because of my family's fame and connections, not be evil, and maybe, just maybe, I'll avoid my death. ...Hopefully. "Who says that we're getting divorced?" "We don't even love each other! I want to get married to a man that I love!" "Then love me, can't you do that?" First the child doesn't need the Female Lead, now my husband is clinging onto me? Date started: August 3, 2025 Date Finished: ? 🏆 Rank 12 at Fantasy-Romance

Love is a fragile thing. It can be nurtured, like a delicate flower in spring, blossoming under warmth and care. Or it can be neglected, left to wither under the weight of indifference until nothing remains but dust and regret. This is the story of a love that was once whole, then broken, then lost entirely. A love that burned brightly in the heart of a Queen-so deeply, so fiercely, that it consumed her. And a love that the Emperor never recognized until it was too late. She loved him. More than she should have. More than he deserved. She had given him her loyalty, her devotion, her very soul. And in return, he had given her nothing. Not his trust. Not his protection. Not even his mercy. Her love for him had died long before her body did. If fate ever gave her another chance, she would never love him again. But fate is cruel. Death was not the end. She would return, reborn from the ashes of her suffering. Not as the woman who once waited for his love. Not as the Queen who had begged for his favor. But as someone who would never waste another moment longing for him. This time, it would be his turn to burn.

Imagine waking up one morning and realizing your favorite fictional man isn't just a character anymore. Not only is he real. But he's your husband. You don't know why this world exists. You have no idea how you got here or if you can even get back to your old life. But why would you ever want to leave? In this world.. he's yours.

She never wanted the promotion. He made sure she got it. "Mira, a humble maid in Lord Davis's mansion, is suddenly promoted to be his personal attendant-a role she never wanted. When she discovers he orchestrated it to keep her close, she's slowly drawn into a web of forbidden desire, silent obsession, and dangerous power games."

Another cliché stalker story. Her stalker is a very dominant possessive male. Read at on risk! Not edited! Dark romance! DARK! If it wasn't clear enough. DARK! When the one who is supposed to protect and serve becomes her worst nightmare. Updated weekly Thursday

[ Yandere! Prince! x Female Reader! Fortune Teller! ] Prince Bastiaan is the only heir to the throne. He excels in just about everything, except for falling in love. Desperate for the answer to the issues in his love life as his father presses him to find a wife, he summons a well-known fortune teller to his private chambers, who goes by the name of [Name]. She is summoned every week for a new reading, however, over time the readings are not what he wants from her. He wants her undying love. What will happen when his father finds out that his son has fallen in love with a low-class woman? What will happen when the prince is even willing to risk his royal name for a mere woman?

Stock·holm syn·drome /ˈstäkˌhō(l)m,ˈstäkōm ˈsinˌdrōm/ noun noun: Stockholm syndrome feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. started : 8/30/24 completed :