I thought I was just reading a novel.A tragic, twisted story where the heroine finds love after heartbreak, where the second lead is adored by fans, and the villain—the bastard prince—is feared by all.But somehow, I woke up inside that story. Not as the heroine. Not even as a supporting character.I’m Seraphina Valentine, the arrogant noble girl who was doomed to fade into scandal and silence. The one engaged to the cold, ruthless bastard prince—feared, hated, and destined to stay unloved.But I’m not her. Not really...

I married my sister's fiancé... The Dangerous Mafia King of the Underworld! I don't want this! I hate this! He hates me too! We didn't ask for this. Just got pushed into this marriage... _