I Have Decided to Protect My Fiancé from the Heroine

The relentless roar of 'Truck-san' still echoed in my ears, a cruel, final crescendo to my abruptly ended 16 years. One moment, a perfectly average Japanese high school student; the next, a bleeding, broken mess on asphalt.
Then, darkness. And a profound, unnerving silence.
But the silence didn't last. A piercing, unfamiliar cry erupted from my own throat, a sound I hadn't made since infancy. Blurry, giant faces swam into view, their voices like booming thunder.
"Aww, look at her honey, she's got your eyes."
"Yea. She's definitely got your beauty."
I was alive. Reborn. And as the truth dawned on me, delivered by the soft whisper of 'Princess Liliane Mary Acton', a chilling realization settled in: I was the villainess from 'Doki-Doki My Love Magical Academy'. Every single ending of that cursed game spelled my doom. And as a five-year-old, sitting stiffly at dinner, the first step of my desperate plan to avert disaster began. My royal parents, so kind and doting, were about to receive a most unusual request.
