Chapter 2: Verena D’Auvergne
There was no doubt about it. She had been thrown straight into the cringiest novel series she once devoured as a lonely teenager on an app called MattPop, the holy land of every alpha-hole romance ever written.
But she was so addicted that she used her savings to buy the physical copies of the series.
Much to her indignation, she was smacked in the middle of it, trapped between the breathtakingly beautiful female lead and the walking red flag of a male lead, whose glare alone could set fire to an orphanage.
The pressure was suffocating. All eyes were on her. Her heart screamed, RUN! but her brain, ever the overthinker, whispered, Wait, let's analyze first—
"Why do you look so shocked? Has it finally occurred to you that this is outright dishonor? And at my very return celebration!"
The man, who she could only assume was Grand Duke Raphael, the thrill-seeking warlord with a deep, profound love for weak-looking things, practically snarled at her.
Ah. Right. She knew this scene. Raphael had just returned gloriously from war, and to really spice things up, he invited Evelyne to his grand banquet, while still engaged to Verena.
That's right. Verena was engaged to Raphael.
The Villainess.
The very name he was calling out right now.
Oh. Oh, shit.