Just a second ago, she was zoning out while playing an otome game. Now, she was looking up at a light that wasn't her computer screen. The love interest stood right before her, but his eyes held a look of disgust she didn't recognize from her game.

She'd been isekaied, just like in all those manga and manhwas she read. But why wasn't she building a reverse harem like the heroines always did? As her hair fell before her eyes - hair the color of the villainess, not her own - realization hit like a physical blow.

"Damnit!" she thought. "Why did you make me the villainess! I could have been the heroine who, even though she was a commoner, lived a great life! I want boys all over me like her, I want to be rich!"

The indignant thoughts fled when she focused on the scene unfolding around her. "You have brought nothing but shame to the royal family!" Crown Prince Ernest declared, his voice echoing through the ballroom. "You are not worthy of being my bride, unlike Liza here!"

He grabbed the female lead's hand and pulled her into his embrace, his red eyes never leaving the villainess's face. "I cannot stand you, and I will never love you, so let's end our engagement."

Whispers rippled through the assembled nobility. Some looked at her with pity, others with open disgust. Liza's harem members openly laughed and pointed, their mocking words cutting through the tense air.

She knew her fate all too well from playing the game. In every route, the villainess died - poisoned, mauled by beasts, or imprisoned for life. She hadn't yet pushed Liza down the stairs or committed the unforgivable acts that would seal her doom, but the clock was already ticking.

To survive, she must avoid all death flags. But how? The game was rigged against the villainess from the start, her destruction seemingly inevitable.

How to survive as the villainess? The answer remained unknown as the weight of her new reality pressed down upon her.