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You died. One moment, you were walking, and the next, you were shoved in front of a truck.

But instead of nothingness, you woke up in her body.

Bellatrix Cavendish.

The most vile, cruel, and insufferable woman to ever exist. Arrogant, selfish, and sadistic, she had spent her life making others suffer just for the fun of it. Servants feared her, nobles avoided her, and worst of all—she was obsessed with ruining one woman.

Dorothea Quill.

That perfect, innocent, ‘angelic’ little maid. Blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate features—every man Bellatrix had ever wanted had fallen to their knees for her. And Bellatrix hated her for it.

She had tried everything—bullying, lying, sabotage, even attempted murder—but it had all backfired, humiliating her instead.

And in the end, she snapped.

She grabbed a knife and ran straight for Dorothea, ready to finally end her.

But she never got the chance.

They stopped her.
• Cassius Vale – A ruthless war commander.
• Lucien Moreau – A cold, calculating genius.
• Ronan Drakos – A wild, barbaric prince.
• Elias Hawthorne – A charming, untouchable duke.
• Adrian Wolfe – A cunning spymaster.
• Thorne Everhart – A righteous holy knight.

And the man she had loved most—Cassius Vale—was the one who shoved her to the ground like she was nothing.

Her head cracked against the marble floor.

And just like that—Bellatrix Cavendish died.

Now, you were in her body.

And in front of you, they stood, their eyes filled with disgust, hatred, and worst of all—satisfaction.

And behind them, Dorothea watched with wide, innocent eyes, already playing the delicate victim.