What does it feel like to die?
You don't know yet. But she did.
When she opened her eyes, everything around her looked strange.
Her head was heavy, like she had woken up from a deep filled sleep.
Yet still nothing felt like a dream at all. The soft sheets and the fancy bad... all of it looked too real.
She sat up slowly, trying to make sense of it.
Thats when a strange feeling washed over her.
The bed wasn't hers. The room wasn't hers.
And... this body felt different too.
Her slender and pale hands were wrapped in silk sleeves that were trimmed in ruby red laces.
Wait. Ruby red. Red as in...?
She froze. Memories... but they were not her own. Memories that belonged to...
Santina Rubelia del León.
Wait what?
"No, no, no..." she mumbled. This couldn't be happening.
Santina Rubelia del León wasn't just any character in a story. She was the villainess from "The Imperial Lovers".
She was the character everyone loved to hate.
Entitled, cruel, a thorn in everyone's eyes
and worst of all...she was doomed to be killed by her own fiancé the male lead.
It was because of her jealousy and obsession with him. Ah.. who knew that being a fujoshi in your past life would make these things so complicated.
She had just enjoyed her BL- Novels. Was that really such a sinful sin to commit?
The girl scrambled out of bed, ignoring the unfamiliar layers of her dress. She needed a mirror.
Something or well anything to prove that she was wrong. She died. So what was this? Was this hell or some kind of punishment for her sins?
The pretty mirror near the door caught her eyes.
Slowly she approached it and looked into it.
Her heart sank.
Staring back was Santina's face. She had large red eyes, full red lips and golden hair..
It wasn't just the face from the novel... it was the face on the novel's cover.
This was real.
She tried to stay calm, clutching the edge of the mirror.
"Okay... don't panic," she whispered.
"There's gotta be a way out. I just need to think. Maybe I can change her fate?"
Who am I kidding?
I'm the villainess.
This is my punishment.
Santina's story was simple especially how it ended.
She dies because of her own actions. Her crazy love for the male lead was her death sentence.
A loud knock interrupted her thoughts.
"My lady, the Duke is waiting," a voice called from outside.
The Duke. Her new "father" in this world. He'd probably come to lecture Santina on her most recent scandal, which involved.. what was it again?
Oh, right, throwing a fit over her fiancé Cassian who was paying attention to the crown prince from the neighboring kingdom.
Her stomach sank. She had forgotten the exact details of what came next but she was pretty sure it wasn't going to end well.
Santina took a deep breath. "Coming!" she called, trying to sound confident.
As she walked out and struggled to move in her stupid gown. She could only think of one thing.
Staying alive.