I Accidentally Seduced the Heroine's Idol

Six months. That's all the time I have before my head rolls onto the executioner's block.

Dying choking on spicy instant noodles was a pathetic way to go, but waking up as Ilse de Varannes? That's a death sentence. In the original novel, Ilse isn't the heroine. She isn't even the villainess. She's the brainless, loyal sidekick the girl destined to be butchered just for being the "troublemaker" (instigator) of her best friend's shitty schemes.

I used to be a Public Relation staff. My entire life was damage control, narrative-spinning, and cleaning up messes. So, I have a plan: tame my impulsive best friend, dodge the Crown Prince like the plague, and ghost the imperial palace before the military cleans house. Simple, right?

Wrong.

My strategy didn't account for the Duke d'Alençon.

The Grand Commander of the military. Brother of Prince, The cold-blooded monster who's literally supposed to sign my death warrant in the final chapter. He's not ignoring me like he's "supposed" to. He's cornering me in dark hallways. He's gripping my wrists tight enough to bruise. He's looking at me with those damn icy eyes like he knows exactly what I'm up to and he finds it fascinating.

"You're in too deep, Ilse. And I don't have the habit of letting go of what I've already claimed."