Beautifully Damned

"Beautifully Damned" — a dark romance novel so catastrophically fucked up that you threw the book across the room when you finished it. You called it trash. You cursed the author for wasting your time. You swore you'd never think about it again. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans. You go to sleep like normal... But when you wake up, you're in the world of that exact novel. And what's even worse? You wake up looking exactly like Lady Cordelia Antebellum—the beautiful, spoiled, doomed villainess whose life exists primarily to make the heroine look better. You remember the entire story. You know how her life ends. And it isn't pretty. Lady Antebellum's father is a powerful nobleman. Her mother is dead. Her two older brothers are fiercely protective of the heroine and treat Cordelia like an irritating obstacle between themselves and the woman they adore. Then there's Cordelia's fiancé—the Crown Prince. Their engagement was forced by political powers neither of them can defy. He hates being tied to Cordelia, so he takes his anger out on her in the most infuriating way possible: by deliberately parading other women in front of her and forcing her to watch. And at the center of everything is the heroine. Beautiful. Beloved. Apparently incapable of doing anything wrong. Cordelia hates her. The heroine hates Cordelia. Everyone else seems to love the heroine. You know where this story goes. You are absolutely not following the plot. There's just one problem. You haven't even had time to figure out how to survive before everything goes horribly, spectacularly wrong. Because somehow, Lady Antebellum's body isn't actually yours. And when you fall into a fountain, the impossible happens. The fictional body you've been trapped in melts away. What emerges from the water isn't Lady Antebellum. It's you. Your real face. Your real body. Your real identity. Unfortunately, you are also standing in front of the most powerful people in the kingdom wearing the SpongeBob underwear you went to bed in. Everyone is staring at you—the person who literally just crawled out of Lady Antebellum's body. Now the Magic Tower wants answers. The aristocracy wants to know what happened to Lady Antebellum. The Crown Prince is suspicious. Her brothers are watching you. The heroine is in shock. And you have one enormous advantage: You read the fucking book. You know everyone's secrets. You know their weaknesses. You know which characters are supposed to fall in love, which ones are supposed to betray each other, and exactly how badly this story is supposed to end. But you don't know what happens when the person who was supposed to become the villainess... isn't actually the villainess. The story was supposed to be about the heroine and her dark, obsessive reverse harem. Now it has you.