"Didn't you like me?" he asked. "I didn't." He frowned. "Then... do you hate me?" "I don't." "...Then what do you think of me?" "An annoying moron." "I'm already sleep-deprived," I said flatly. "Why should I think about something else?" -- The game said she would die if she attended the academy. 
It also said she would die if she didn't. Either way, her death was guaranteed. So when I opened my eyes in the body of Melissa Valkyrie, a doomed noble lady fated to die in every route, I did what any sensible person would do: Nothing. No schemes.
No revenge.
No desperate attempts to "fix" the story.
No scrambling to survive a game that had already decided my ending. If death flags wanted me, they could wait until after my nap. -- Suddenly, the male lead walked over and placed my notes on the desk. "How did you solve these problems and still get a D in Mathematics?" I didn't look up. "Why answer all of them," I said "when the professor said the passing score is only thirty?" "Anything more is a violation of mental health." -- But unfortunately, the world mistook my laziness for confidence. 
And now everyone thinks I'm dangerous. Because apparently, doing nothing was the most dangerous move of all.

[ONGOING] I was just an ordinary girl, a broke college student hustling at a convenience store to pay for my nursing degree. One night, after clocking out from my glamorous life of stocking instant noodles, I got hit by a truck. My first thought? Finally. I could fulfill my dream of becoming the ultimate, iconic villainess. And wouldn't you know it, dreams do come true. I woke up as Rosalia Salvatore. The Mafia Princess. The Evil Bitch. The Crazy Villainess. From the reverse harem game "Trapped By My Captors", yes, that 18+ NSFW disaster with the kinkiest good ending and the bloodiest bad ending imaginable. Bloody hell, I didn't get isekai'd into a fluffy noble high school romance. No. I got yeeted into a dark mafia thirst-trap simulator. But guess what? I'm not your easy, doe-eyed heroine. If any of these "love interests" think they can kill me, I'll bite their heads off. Literally. Buckle up, boys. My wrath comes in heels, and it kicks hard. _______________________________________________________ Original Story A Transmigration Dark Romantic Comedy Vote for more chapters!!! (not my art on the cover)

© moonpsyche_, 2025. Confidential & Original Work. Plagiarism is Prohibited. Akira "G6" Gemstone was an assassin known for two things: her ruthless efficiency and her secret love for tragic romance novels. But in a twist of fate she never saw coming, she's reincarnated as the very villainess she once mocked-Reise Worthon, the Wicked Rose. Doomed to a life of heartache and a swift, painful end, the original Reise's story was a tragedy waiting to happen. But G6 doesn't do tragic endings. Armed with a killer's instincts and a temper sharper than any blade, she's about to rewrite this story and cut anyone who gets in her way.

Prince Caydeyrn Di Vel Delphine. Commander of the royal battalion. A legend dressed in iron and silk. He's noble, honorable, devastatingly handsome-every inch the kind of man a kingdom worships, and a woman trusts with her life. Josephine Caldwell. A healer from the quiet provinces. Sweet as spring rain. Gentle as moonlight. Her magic draws pain into her own body so others can breathe again. She gives everything-her strength, her sleep, her peace-and asks for nothing in return. To Prince Caydeyrn, she was a miracle. She never wanted a crown. Never wanted love. But Caydeyrn offers both like they're hers by right. It's meant to be a pure love story. Wholesome. Romantic. It's supposed to make me swoon. But I don't. Because I don't want the prince. I want the other one. Duke Evander De LaCroix. The king's nephew. Vanished at eight. Returned a man-silent, changed. Not only broken. Twisted. Cold. Predatory. Wrong. The story details there is something unclean in the way he looks at people. Like he's already imagining what their screams might sound like. And when he sees Josephine? He fixates. He hunts her. Watches her like she's prey-like he's already decided to break her. She hides behind Caydeyrn's protection, clutching her innocence like armor. And every time Evander steps onto the page, I can't breathe. Not because I'm scared - but because I wish he looked at me like that. The book says he's wrong. That he's twisted. Dangerous. That Josephine's fear is justified. That Caydeyrn is the right choice. But I don't want safety. I want to be ruined by the villain. It's not their slow-burn romance anymore. It's my obsession. And the worst part? I know he would hate me. He wouldn't love me. He'd see the dark little thing I am and realize that I am not the innocent maiden he obsesses over. I'm lucky if he would ruin me for the fun of it. And God help me, I'd let him. Gladly.