COMPLETED!!! Thalia Windrose had it all-money, luxury, and an army of maids catering to her every whim. As the heiress of a multi-billion-dollar empire, work was a foreign concept. Why lift a finger when someone else could do it for you? But fate (and a suspiciously fast-moving truck) had other plans. Reincarnated into a fantasy world as the daughter of a struggling noble family, Thalia barely has a roof over her head-let alone a bank account to bail her out. With no riches, no servants, and no clue how to survive, she's forced to take the only job available to a penniless noblewoman: a palace maid. The problem? She has never worked a day in her life. To make matters worse, her new life comes with a system guide designed to turn her into the "perfect" maid-whether she likes it or not. With daily tasks, skill levels to grind, and unexpected punishments, Thalia must navigate the chaotic world of royal service without embarrassing herself (or, you know, getting fired). Can a spoiled heiress survive the ultimate challenge-an honest day's work? 2025

Isolde Mendoza was an overworked, underpaid office assistant, her days a blur of endless tasks and unhealthy meals. Cooking was her dream-a passion she'd never had the energy to pursue. But that dream died with her, quite literally, when a truck cut her life short during a desperate quest for cup noodles. Waking up in an unfamiliar world, Isolde finds herself reborn as Isolde Merynn, a 23-year-old commoner with an empty pocket but a spark of hope. To her surprise, she discovers an extraordinary gift: magic that lets her summon a personalized kitchen. There's just one catch-it's stuck at level one. With a dash of humor, a sprinkle of determination, and a whole lot of cooking, Isolde embarks on a journey to upgrade her kitchen, win over her skeptical new world, and maybe, finally, live her dream.

"I hereby dissolve our prior engagement agreement!" The crown prince's voice rang out across the grand hall, every syllable crisp and deliberate. He stood tall, his lover-the supposed female lead-clinging to his arm like a fragile flower in bloom. All eyes were on me, the villainess. Did I feel angry? No. Humiliated? Not a bit. Affected by the judgmental stares of the gathered nobles? Not really. Why, you ask? Because this was the moment I had been waiting for. My role in this twisted fairytale as the villainess was complete. The script dictated that I should meet a gruesome end-execution, public shame, the works. It didn't matter. I had played my part, and with the prince's declaration, I was supposed to finally escape this world and return to my original one. But fate had other plans. Instead of a dramatic, bloody end as the story foretold, I was unceremoniously banished to the North, stripped of my title and wealth, and granted a new one: the Lady in the Colds.

Fiery Hearts was a wildly popular reverse harem novel-one that had me completely enthralled. Like countless readers, I devoured every chapter, gasped at every plot twist, and shamelessly swooned over the male leads. It wasn't just a story to me-it was an escape from my dull, overworked reality. At least, that's what I thought. Because that "escape" turned terrifyingly real when my life came to an abrupt and unceremonious end one ordinary evening on my way home from work. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in the world I knew. Somehow, I had been reincarnated inside Fiery Hearts. Not as the glittering heroine or one of her fated lovers, mind you-but as a nameless, utterly irrelevant noblewoman who barely existed in the background. Still, I tried to stay positive. If I couldn't be the protagonist, then maybe I could at least enjoy a quiet life of pastries, tea, and drama viewed from a safe distance. That dream lasted precisely until one of the male leads-yes, one of them!-decided, for reasons beyond my comprehension, to kidnap me out of nowhere.