Chapter 2: The Villain I Created
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I stood frozen in front of the mirror.
The woman staring back at me was still there.
Long dark hair. Pale skin. Elegant features. Everything about her looked exactly like the villainess I had described in my novel.
My chest tightened.
This wasn’t possible.
Yet no matter how many times I blinked, the reflection never changed.
I slowly touched my cheek again.
Warm.
Real.
Alive.
A cold realization crawled up my spine.
I had become the villainess of my own story.
Behind me, the maid looked worried.
“Miss… are you truly feeling alright?” she asked carefully.
Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
Right.
If I continued acting strange, people would start asking questions.
“I’m fine,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm. “I just feel a little weak.”
The maid relaxed slightly.
“That is understandable, Miss. You collapsed yesterday, after all.”
Collapsed?
My mind quickly tried to remember the plot of the story.
Then it clicked.
The villainess fainted one day before the imperial banquet.
The exact same banquet that would start her humiliation in the royal court.
My stomach twisted.
That meant the story had already begun.
The maid stepped closer to me.
“Lady Amara, the physician said you should rest more today.”
Lady Amara.
Hearing that name still felt strange.
But it belonged to me now.
I slowly walked toward the window, trying to organize my thoughts.
Outside, the estate gardens stretched endlessly beneath the bright morning sun. Beautiful flowers filled the pathways while servants quietly worked around the grounds.
Everything looked exactly like the world I had imagined while writing.
Seeing it in real life felt surreal.
Because this meant one terrifying thing.
Every event in the novel might actually happen.
And that included the villainess’s tragic ending.
I remembered it clearly.
In the story, Amara was deeply in love with Prince Alejandro Villareal.
She chased him relentlessly, embarrassing herself countless times in front of the royal court.
But the prince never loved her.
Not even once.
To him, she was nothing more than an arrogant noblewoman who refused to accept reality.
His heart belonged to someone else.
The true heroine of the story.
A girl admired by everyone in the empire.
Kind.
Gentle.
Perfect.
Everything the villainess was not.
Eventually, the prince would fall in love with that woman.
And the villainess?
She would lose everything.
Her reputation.
Her family’s respect.
Her place in noble society.
In the final chapters of the novel, she would be abandoned and disgraced.
A tragic ending that I had personally written.
My chest tightened.
I wrote that ending myself.
“Miss?” the maid called again.
I turned around.
“Yes?”
“There is something important I must remind you about.”
My heart skipped.
“Remind me?”
“The imperial banquet tonight,” she said.
For a moment, I felt the world stop.
The imperial banquet.
Of course.
That event was one of the most important scenes in the early part of the novel.
It was the night when the villainess publicly humiliated herself in front of the entire royal court.
The night she desperately tried to gain Prince Alejandro’s attention.
The night when the nobles started laughing behind her back.
And the night when the prince looked at her with nothing but cold indifference.
My pulse started racing.
So the story had already reached that point.
“The carriage will arrive this afternoon,” the maid continued. “Lady Amara must attend the gathering.”
I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
This was bad.
Very bad.
If I followed the original story, tonight would be the beginning of my downfall.
Everyone in the royal court would witness the villainess making a fool of herself.
And Prince Alejandro would watch it all with cold eyes.
Just like the scene I had written.
My hands clenched.
No.
I refused to let that happen.
Not when I already knew the future.
“Miss?” the maid asked again.
“You seem troubled.”
I forced a small smile.
“I’m just thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
I glanced back at the garden outside.
The peaceful scenery was the complete opposite of the chaos inside my mind.
Because tonight was supposed to be the moment when the villainess became obsessed with the prince.
But things were different now.
Because the person inside this body wasn’t the original villainess.
It was me.
And unlike the original character, I knew exactly how this story would unfold.
That meant I also knew how to avoid disaster.
A slow determination formed inside my chest.
Tonight, I would attend the imperial banquet.
But I wouldn’t behave like the foolish villainess from the story.
I wouldn’t chase the prince.
I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
And most importantly—
I would stay as far away from Prince Alejandro as possible.
Because the safest way to survive this world was simple.
Avoid the male lead.
Completely.
I stood up from the bed.
The maid blinked in surprise.
“Miss?”
“Prepare my dress for tonight,” I said calmly.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly nodded.
“Of course, Lady Amara.”
She hurried out of the room.
Once the door closed, silence filled the space again.
I slowly turned toward the mirror.
The elegant woman inside it stared back at me.
A noble lady.
A villainess.
A character whose fate had already been written.
But not anymore.
I placed a hand on my chest and spoke softly to my reflection.
“I refuse to follow that ending.”
Because this world might belong to the story I created…
But now that I was inside it—
I would rewrite it myself.
Somewhere far away, inside the grand halls of the imperial palace, a certain prince was preparing for the same banquet.
Prince Alejandro Villareal.
The cold prince of the empire.
The man who would unknowingly become the center of this story.
And tonight…
For the first time since I arrived in this strange world—
Our paths were about to cross.
Even though I had already made one decision.
No matter what happened…
I must never fall in love with him.
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