Destined to Die

I didn't just wake up in my favorite novel. I woke up as its greatest villain destined to die at my husband's hand.

My name is Kina, but in this world, I'm Hera Desmond. The siren. The seductress. The jealous wife of Aaron Desmond, second son of the powerful Arila Dukedom, who is fated to run me through with his own sword for my supposed betrayal.

I never finished the book, so the details are fuzzy. I just know the ending: Hera dies. Miserably. A failed traitor.

Well, not this Hera.

I don't want the emotionally distant husband. I don't need the glittering title or the rivalry with the story's radiant main character, Angelica. All I want is to survive. To quietly build a life from nothing, far from the deadly plot I'm trapped in.

But in a story that's already written, every choice seems to pull me back toward the same tragic climax. The noble society expects a villainess, the plot... it expects a corpse.

My new story starts from zero. This time, the villainess is aiming for a happy ending.