divya2009chaudhary
I died on my birthday.
Not as a heroine.
Not as someone unforgettable.
Just as a woman who followed every rule and was still judged even after death.
In my first life, I survived through novels, code, and my younger brother. He was my anchor, my safe place, the only person who loved me without conditions.
Then I woke up.
Inside my favorite novel.
This time, I was born as the daughter of a cold grand duke in a powerful empire, surrounded by a loving family, an alive mother, overprotective brothers, and a world where care didn't come disguised as control.
And my brother?
He reincarnated too - as the novel's Second Male Lead.
Four years older. Still reliable. Still the one who stands beside me without caging me.
My plan was simple:
✔ Befriend the original female lead
✔ Set her up with my brother
✔ Fix the story's tragedy and stay quietly in the background
Unfortunately for the plot, I wasn't meant to stay quiet.
Somewhere between acting in the Federation, learning swordsmanship, winning a war through strategy and programming, and earning a noble title, I caught the attention of someone I wasn't supposed to.
The prince.
Calm, sharp, endlessly observant - and far more dangerous to my peace of mind than any battlefield.
This time, I'm not living by someone else's rules.
I'm not pretending to be modest.
And I'm definitely not surviving quietly.
I already died once.
Now, I intend to live freely - with family, fate, and a prince who chooses me without trying to own me.