In my first life, I died a gruesome death—a useless, wretched fool. Betrayed by my family, abandoned by my fiancé, and left with no one to turn to, I died alone on a cold floor, staring at the sky. Their faces were burned into my mind until my final breath. But when I opened my eyes again, I was not in heaven. I was in another world. Same name. Same face. Same identity. But a completely different life. In this world, I was the disgraced daughter of a wealthy family. And he… He was the man everyone feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. A devil dressed in tailored suits. Then I heard a cold voice inside my head. [System Activated: Make him fall in love with you. Fail, and you die.] Love? After everything I suffered in my past life, why would I ever want anything to do with love again? [System: Are you listening?] Of course I was listening. Could I refuse? Ask for another mission? Making him fall in love with me would be hard. But falling in love with him? That would kill me all over again.

She’s a diamond to him… but a jinx to everyone else. “I want her.” The aloof voice sliced through the hushed murmurs of the grand hall. The Empress rose from her throne, fury flashing in her eyes. “Regent, have you no shame? This is my son’s coronation and wedding!” “That doesn’t stop me from taking what I want.” His voice was cold, his gaze fixed on her with the intensity of a predator who had already decided she belonged to him. A ripple of unease swept through the court. Who was this man, feared even by kings? Who was she—the girl branded a jinx, yet desired by the most dangerous man in the kingdom? And why her? She was born beneath a curse. Betrayed by those who should have protected her. Cast aside as an omen of misfortune. But they made one fatal mistake. They thought a phoenix could be destroyed by fire. They were wrong. In a world of crowns, forbidden desire, betrayal, and buried secrets, one woman’s awakening could ignite a rebellion—or reduce an entire empire to ashes. Her destiny was never to remain the cursed girl. It was to rise.

Violetta Valemont stepped into the elevator with a birthday cake in her hands, a bright smile dancing across her lips. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. Until the elevator doors opened on the thirteenth floor. She stepped out—and froze. Through the narrow opening of a half-closed door, she saw the one person she trusted most wrapped in another woman's arms. Lucas. Her Lucas. His lips were on another woman's. The cake slipped from Violetta's hands and crashed onto the marble floor. The sound echoed through the hallway. Lucas pulled away. His eyes widened when he saw her. “Violetta... what are you doing here?” But before she could answer, a woman's voice came from behind her. “Because I called her.” Violetta slowly turned. The woman standing behind her smiled. Who is the woman? Why did she call Violetta? And what is Violetta's real identity?