Trash For Villainess

"I remember dying."

Not dramatically.
Not beautifully.

Just... gone.

And when I opened my eyes again-

I was inside a novel.

Beloved Saintess.
A story I once read to pass time.

A story where-

> The villainess always loses.

That villainess?

Me.

Ophelia Regalia de Verdie.

Daughter of the Verdie family, blessed with nature.
A noble lady with orange hair and green eyes-
a face identical to my mother-

> The woman history called a villainess.

Funny, isn't it?

They never needed proof.
Just resemblance.

And then there's her.

Elena.

My twin.

Fragile. Pure. Worshipped.

> The Saintess.

Everything I had-
She took.

Or maybe...

Everything she wanted, the world simply handed to her.

My friend.
My title.
My fiancé.

Even the temple that once called my name now kneels to hers.

So I left.

Because in this story-

> Staying means destruction.

But when I returned at nineteen...

Nothing had changed.

No-

It got worse.

Elena now stands beside the Crown Prince.
Smiling. Radiant.

While I?

Still the villainess.

Still the extra piece in someone else's ending.

So I thought-

> Fine.

If I'm destined to fall...

Then I'll choose how.

And I chose him.

The man the entire empire laughs at.

Grand Prince Kaelon Zohar de Calder.

A drunk. A disgrace.
A man unfit for the throne.

> "Trash."

"I'll marry him."

Because I knew the story.

Because I knew the truth.

Hidden in his shadow-

A man with golden eyes.

The eyes of a king.

The real male lead.

The one Elena is destined to marry.

So my plan was simple:

✨ Stay away from the main plot.
✨ Steal the hidden king.
✨ Survive.

But-

There's one problem.

...my "trash" husband doesn't act like trash.

He watches.

He listens.

And sometimes-

> He looks at me like he knows more than me

"I chose him to escape my fate."

"So why... does it feel like I walked straight into it?"