i become the villainess

My name was Elara Mae Dela Cruz, and I was the kind of person the world forgot. Not hated. Not loved. Just… forgotten. I had no boyfriend, no siblings, and no one waiting for me at home except an empty apartment and a stack of unpaid bills. My mother died when I was sixteen. My father left long before that. I worked as a part-time clerk in a bookstore by day and cried myself to sleep by night. And even when I died… no one saw. It was raining. The kind of rain that made the city look like it was mourning. I was walking home from work, arms full of groceries I bought with the last of my pay. My umbrella snapped in the wind. My shoes were soaked. And I couldn’t help but whisper: “Lord, kung may awa Ka, sana kunin Mo na ako.” And maybe He heard me. Because a second later, tires screeched. Bright lights filled my eyes. And then—silence. No one cried. No one screamed. Just silence. My body lay in the street, faceless in the dark, another forgotten girl in a world that moved too fast to care. And that… was the end of Elara Mae. Or so I thought.