I'M BETTER OFF BEING A VILLAINESS THAN A HEROINE

Sandy, a woman with a strong personality, finds herself inexplicably transmigrated into the body of Erella, the famously kind-hearted and long-suffering heroine of the Cinderella fairytale. But this isn't the Cinderella story she knows—Erella is a 10-year-old with a mysterious heart condition, and the story seems to have taken a dark, unpredictable turn. Facing daily torment from her wicked stepmother and stepsisters, Sandy, now Erella, makes a defiant choice: she'd rather be a villainess than a pushover. What happens when a powerful, vengeful soul takes over the body of a sweet, innocent heroine? Will she find her own twisted version of a 'happily ever after,' or will her newfound powers lead her down a path far darker than any fairytale villain?

I'M BETTER OFF BEING A VILLAINESS THAN A HEROINE

Sandy, a woman with a strong personality, finds herself inexplicably transmigrated into the body of Erella, the famously kind-hearted and long-suffering heroine of the Cinderella fairytale. But this isn't the Cinderella story she knows—Erella is a 10-year-old with a mysterious heart condition, and the story seems to have taken a dark, unpredictable turn. Facing daily torment from her wicked stepmother and stepsisters, Sandy, now Erella, makes a defiant choice: she'd rather be a villainess than a pushover. What happens when a powerful, vengeful soul takes over the body of a sweet, innocent heroine? Will she find her own twisted version of a 'happily ever after,' or will her newfound powers lead her down a path far darker than any fairytale villain?

The biting cold of a splash of water shocked Erella awake, her body screaming in protest. A shrill, furious voice pierced the lingering fog of sleep. "DAMMIT! I said, wake up!"

It was Graciella, her stepsister, a fiery blur of orange hair, standing over her with a bucket. Erella's head throbbed, a dull ache that resonated with the soreness in her muscles. She’d been sick for days, a fever that had blurred the edges of reality.

"Why is my dress still not yet ironed? Also, my shoes are still not yet polished. You know that I need to go to Lady Ashley's home to have a tea party. Argh!" Graciella ranted, oblivious to Erella’s gasping coughs.

"You poured water on my face for *that*?!" Erella managed to croak, her voice a mere whisper, but her glare was fierce enough to make Graciella flinch.

"Who the heck are you?!" Erella demanded, the room starting to spin as her fever flared. Graciella gasped, her eyes wide. But before the stepsister could retort, the world tilted, and Erella collapsed back onto the bed, succumbing to the darkness once more.