I am the vilianess

PROLOGUE

The Villainess Was Me

I died hating a fictional woman.

Her name was Sasha. Same as me

The villainess of the most ridiculous reverse-harem novel I'd ever read.

In her world, women ruled households, while gers-beautiful men marked by a red mole between their brows-could bear children.

Sasha was rich.

Cruel.

Arrogant.

And married to three terrified husbands.

According to the novel, she would lose her fourth potential husband, drown in a river, and leave her three husbands to miserable deaths.

I hated the ending.

"Who writes something this cruel?"

Then I laughed.

"If I were Sasha, I'd change the whole damn story."

Those were my last words.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in my office.

I was lying in a strange wooden bed.

A frightened maid was calling me Young Mistress.

I stumbled toward a bronze mirror.

A beautiful woman stared back.

Long black hair.

Cold eyes.

And a tiny red mark painted on her forehead.

No.

Not painted.

A marriage seal.

Three names waited on the table.

Elias.

Ren.

Adrian.

My husbands.

My heart stopped.

Then I heard something outside.

The distant roar of a river.

The same river where Sasha was supposed to die.

I smiled despite myself.

"So..."

I looked into the mirror.

"The villainess is alive."

A strange whisper drifted through the room.

"Then change your fate."

My smile vanished.

Because the voice...

was mine.