When Beauty Destroys The BL World

The chill of the night air clung to Dacia Wickson’s room, a stark contrast to the feverish heat that had just left her. She awoke to the soft murmur of her maid, Libby, and a dull ache throbbing behind her eyes.

“Milady, you’re awake.” Libby’s voice was a soft, worried coo. Irene, or rather, Dacia, blinked, her vision slowly clearing to reveal a cramped, unfamiliar room, a strange girl, and a truth that slammed into her with the force of a train.

She wasn't Irene Sevan anymore. She was Dacia Wickson, the villainess of a brutal BL novel she'd just read, condemned to a horrifying fate in a world where women were banished. Her wedding to the cold, cruel Crown Prince—and her eventual demise—was a mere week away. Panic clawed at her throat, but a desperate resolve began to harden her gaze. She would not wait for death. She would escape.