WICKED WOMAN
Transmigrated into a 19th-century novel as the infamous villainess, Deborah Seymour, a modern woman navigates a world of magic, power, and dangerous secrets. With a reputation for cruelty, a powerful duke for a father, and a looming bad ending, she must use her wits and unexpected resources to survive. Can she rewrite her fate, avoid the original heroine, and escape the villainess's grim destiny, or will the novel's plot prove inescapable?
The ballroom shimmered with the soft glow of chandeliers, a stark contrast to the oppressive whispers that followed Princess Deborah Seymour.
She stood apart, a vivid, unsettling splash of purple and red amidst a sea of pastel, her sharp, unadorned beauty a defiant challenge. Ladies fluttered their fans, murmuring about her 'basic' makeup and 'dog or wee' themed dress.
Then, with a flourish, Deborah produced a bright red fan. "Tada!" she declared, her voice cutting through the polite hum. A sharp crack echoed as the fan connected with Baron Marco's head, sending his wig tumbling to the floor. The ladies gasped, their eyes wide with shock and horror.
