Wouldn't be strange if suddenly you die and get transported in something new? Well... I have. Getting reincarnated as a supporting character and a side role villainess was bad enough, not until I realised it was a trashy Bl novel I read in my past life as Han Suryeong. It's simple to think about it, trying to avoid unnecessary involvement in the original story isn't it? And perhaps I was mistaken. Sighh... Tell me I've tried my best, but getting sucked up into various problems have done enough. It's a pain in the ass if the original protagonist male leads of the original novel suddenly gets interested in you. Getting reincarnated as Cellestia and dying a pitiful death by the hands of the original Male lead, who was barely seen was already brutal. I'll just avoid death flags and live a peaceful life right? 𝙀𝙙𝙞𝙩: 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙥... 𝙄𝙩'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ ՞𐦯

I was thirty years of age when my life met its sorry end once a simple married woman, my world shattered the moment I found my husband entangled in another's embrace. I died there, on the cold floor of the home we had built together, in a manner far more pitiful than I ever imagined for myself. And yet... I awaken. Breathing. Living. Reborn as the stepmother of a boy destined to become a villain- a child fated to meet the same miserable end as I once did. I failed once as a mother. So, what shall become of this second chance at motherhood? • Note: updates every Saturday Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne. I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after. I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way. My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death. Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear. Or so I thought. "Careful, Your Highness." On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before. I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet