...This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental....

...WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CERTAIN READERS....

...READ AT YOUR OWN RISK....

STORY DESCRIPTION:

Dolores was just an ordinary girl with an extraordinary obsession with her favorite novel "The Perfect Saintess"

But no matter how many times she read it again, one thing never changed and that's......how she hated the female lead and couldn’t stand how weak the antagonist was.

If only she could enter the story and rewrite it herself as the powerful witch villainess the plot deserved. But as the saying goes, be careful what you wish for…..because fiction might just become your reality.

BEFORE YOU PROCEED IN THE PROLOGUE, MIND ANSWERING THE FOLLOWING QUESTION FIRST??? JUST FOR FUN! :)

Me Midnight Luna wants to get to know my readers more~

Drop your answer in the comment section. You dont have to answer all the question, maybe just 1-2 depending on you hihi ◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗

1.) What's your preferred genre?

2.) Do you love historical story?

3.) If you were in Dolores’ shoes and found yourself suddenly reincarnated into your favorite story, but as the villain—how do you think would you react? Would you try to follow the plot or completely rewrite your fate?

4.) Do you believe villains are born evil, or are they simply misunderstood characters shaped by their circumstances?

5.) Have you ever read a book or watched a series where you rooted for the antagonist more than the main character?

6.) If you had the power to change one major thing about your favorite fictional world, what would it be and why?

7.) What do you think makes a perfect villainess? Is it her power, her charm, her intelligence, her backstory—or something else entirely?

8.) Dolores wished to become someone powerful, someone unforgettable. If you were given the chance to become a different version of yourself in another world, what kind of person would you choose to be?

9.) If you were transported into a fantasy novel, would you rather be the hero, the villain, the sidekick, or someone entirely unexpected? What challenges do you think you'd face in that role?

10.) Will you support until the end?

THAT'S ALL THE QUESTION MY DEAR READERS. I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THIS STORY BECAUSE IT WILL BE FILLED WITH HAPPINESS, REVENGE, LOVE, HATRED, AGONY, TRAGIC, SAD, AND MORE!

DO ALWAYS LIKE AND COMMENT EVERY CHAPTER SO I CAN FEEL YOUR SUPPORT SO I WILL BE THRILLED TO WRITE MORE MASTERPIECE.

IM A SLOW UPDATER SO BEAR WITH ME LOL!

OKAY YOU CAN SCROLL NOW TO WITNESS THIS GIRL'S AMAZING JOURNEY!

A UNIQUE GIRL WHO'S STRONG AND NOT WEAK.

MEET DOLORES OR RATHER LADY MONICA VLADILENA MIRIZE.

Rain softly pattered against the window beside me, a soothing background to my growing irritation. I was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a thin blanket, eyes glued to the last few pages of The Powerful Saintess—my current obsession and greatest source of frustration.

I flipped another page, my expression already contorting into disbelief. Seriously? The antagonist just died that easily? without even fighting back....why is there no powerful comeback?!

And the so called “saintess” is right now

crying dramatically, somehow adored by everyone even though she barely did anything because the one who did all the work is just her prince charming.

I slammed the book shut with a frustrated sigh. “Why is she always the favorite? She’s so useless it physically hurts my whole existence”

I stared at the ceiling, throwing my hands in the air dramatically. “If I were in that story, I’d be the perfect villainess. The powerful witch that everyone fears, with magic so strong the world would kneel before me!”

And suddenly a loud growl erupted from my stomach.

I blinked. “Okay. Evil Dolores, moments over.”

Dragging myself off the couch, I shuffled to the kitchen and opened the fridge, expecting to find at least something decent but all I saw was a blast of cold air that greeted me along with... disappointment.

It was just a water bottle and one sad looking lettuce leaf. That was it.

That's all inside.

“No eggs? No bacons? Not even instant noodles?” I muttered, squinting into the empty shelves like something might magically appear.

I closed the fridge and sighed. “Guess I’m going out.”

I slipped on my worn sneakers, grabbed my wallet, and headed to the door. The rain had lightened into a drizzle, just enough to make everything outside look a little gloomier. Hugging my hoodie tighter, I stepped out onto the sidewalk, still grumbling to myself.

“I just wanted a good villainess arc novel” I muttered. “Is that too much to ask?”

Then suddenly, all at once when I turned my head to the side....a truck was fastly driving towards me.

My whole body flew into the street....

I heard the screech.

And then….nothing.

The world tilted, everything slowed. My body felt weightless, like I was suspended in the moment right before pain.

Is my life just gonna end here...?

My thoughts echoed in the silence that followed. No screaming. No goodbyes but just a dull realization that's crashing in my mind like waves.

I’m not even that successful yet. I still have no job. No husband. No kids...

No money.

And with that last bitter thought, everything faded to black.

Why is the universe so cruel.....

...────୨ৎ────...

“Wake up, Miss.”

A strange voice pulled me out of the darkness, followed by the blinding sting of sunlight hitting my eyes. I squinted, groaning softly. My head felt heavy, my body sore in ways I couldn’t explain.

As my vision adjusted, I saw an unfamiliar woman wearing a formal maid attire with a tightly pinned bun and a scowl etched on her face, like waking me up was the worst part of her day.

“Ugh. Why am I even tasked to wake up an evil girl like you?” she muttered under her breath, clearly not caring if I heard.

I blinked, confused. Evil girl?

Sitting up slowly, I scanned the room. Everything around me looked....off. The bed was too soft, the sheets embroidered with gold thread. The ceiling had ornate carvings, and the air smelled faintly of lavender and something expensive. This wasn’t my tiny apartment.

Wait… didn’t I die? My heart skipped a beat for a moment

Maybe this is a hospital? I looked around again.

No.

There's no beeping machines. No IV drip. No sterile white walls.

This was too elegant and too historical coded to be an hospital.

“Help yourself. I don’t want to accompany you, Miss Monica,” the maid said coldly, her eyes narrowed as she looked down at me.

Monica.

My blood ran cold.

Monica...?

MONICA?!

I stumbled out of the bed and rushed to the nearest mirror, my feet nearly slipping against the polished floor. When I saw my reflection, I almost lost my breath.

This wasn’t my face.

Long blonde hair flowed past my shoulders with a soft wave to it. My eyes is red. Red?! They glowed faintly in the sunlight.

“Weird... ha...” I whispered to myself, touching my face. This can’t be real.

The maid sighed loudly behind me. “Don’t make Miss Angelica wait for you. It’s her debutante, after all. And a saint like her shouldn’t be kept waiting by a lowly life like you.”

She shoved a folded dress into my arms, not bothering to meet my gaze.

“Here’s your dress,” she said flatly before turning on her heel and walking out of the room, leaving me alone in this unfamiliar world.

I looked down at the dress. It was plain and its dull brown with faint embroidery. Nothing like the silk and lace I'd seen in the novels. This wasn’t the outfit of a noblewoman. It was a symbol of how low this Monica stood in this world.

So it’s true…

I’ve been reincarnated as Monica Vladilena Mirize.

Or maybe I'm just dreaming?

Dreaming or not.....this is my dream so I should live with it...

I'm the villainess.

The witch.

The half-sister of Angelica, the story’s heroine.

Though we didn’t share the same last name, we carried the same blood. Our father’s blood. But while Angelica had inherited love and admiration since birth because of her her ethereal white hair and ocean blue eyes.

She's literally a saint in every way while I was the cursed one.

I had blonde hair, but not the soft angelic kind. My red eyes made people whisper behind closed doors and called me unnatural or rather a witch.

...Which, well, wasn’t entirely wrong.

But no one knew that. No one except me.

Debutante huh.....this scene, I remember it.

Monica will poison Angelica.

But Monica didn't do it well because she got caught, tsk tsk tsk.

Since I'm here....why not spice up things a little bit?

“Boo~”

A soft voice tickled in my ear playfully but it didn’t even startle me. In fact, I didn’t even flinch.

“I knew it was you, Ruby,” I muttered with a slight grin, turning my head to her.

And there she was.

Floating just inches from my face, wings gently fluttering like a butterfly mid flight, was a tiny girl with glowing ruby eyes and hair that shimmered like strands of firelight.

Seeing her this close, I had to admit—she was stunning.

So this was Ruby. Monica’s spirit partner.

A dragon in essence, but currently taking the form of a small fairy like girl, with horns that curled slightly like polished obsidian and wings that sparkled like fractured crystals under sunlight. Her gown was made of translucent red petals and glowing silk, and every movement left a soft trail of glittering embers behind her. She looked like something pulled straight from a dream—delicate yet powerful.

Only I could see her like this. Spirits only revealed themselves to their masters... unless the situation truly needed their presence.

“You seem different right now...” she said, tilting her head with a curious glint in her eyes. “Less bitter. Less... scary.”

I smirked. “Pfftt, what are you talking about?”

Sht. She cant be suspicious to me because I'm really not Monica!

I flicked my hair back and gave her a mischievous grin. “By the way, can you create me a stunning dress? Something that'll outshine the debutante?”

Her eyes lit up.

“Your wish is my command, Master~” she purred, spinning midair with a twirl of her delicate fingers.

In a blink, her entire body burst into a glowing spiral of red and gold light. Her wings expanded, the small fairy form growing slightly taller and more majestic as her magic surged through the room. Runes circled around me like whispers in an ancient language, and the very air shimmered with warmth and wonder.

Ruby’s true energy was no joke—she was a legendary dragon spirit, after all.

But in the original novel, Monica didn't use her well. And now I'm here, I'll use her very well to the fullest.

The dull dress I was holding burned away in soft flames, not harming me but disappearing into golden particles. And then, piece by piece, a new gown began to form.

Dark crimson silk laced with obsidian embroidery wrapped around my body. The fabric moved like liquid fire, clinging and flowing all at once, hugging every curve of mine in elegant defiance of modesty. Jewels formed around the neckline, glinting like dragon scales. Its dark but its still shining because of the small crystal embroided by it.

Since the debut will be held now in the morning, this dress will probably get everyone's attention.

When Ruby was done, she hovered with a proud grin, eyes sparkling.

“There. Now that’s how a queen enters a debutante.”

I turned slowly to the mirror, lips parting in silent awe.

For the first time... I didn’t just look like Monica.

I became her.

...────୨ৎ────...

I entered the grand hall with the kind of confidence that could silence all the orchestra. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, the train of my gown flowing like dark fire behind me.

Everything dimmed as eyes slowly turned to me.

Ah. I knew it. Everyone was staring.

As they should.

Every step I took felt like a statement. I wasn’t here to blend in because I was here to outshine.

I approached the debutante with a refined smile curled on my lips.

“Happy sweet 18th birthday,” I said sweetly.

Her eyes twitched.

Oh? Was that a twitch I saw?

What? Am I that pretty that your perfectly trained saintly facade is breaking? Hohoho.

I grabbed a glass of wine from a passing server, sipping it like I had all the time in the world.

“Debutante in broad daylight,” I said casually, “How... weird.”

I chuckled without shame.

Angelica tried to hold her saintly image, her lips stretching into a stiff smile. “Haha… thank you, Lady Monica,” she replied, giving me a slight bow.

Ah, the bow.

I’m older than you, sweetheart. That's right, bow to me with grace.

And right on cue...

“How dare you disrespect her?”

Ah, here he comes.

Prince Luke Adams. The ever so handsome, ever so annoying knight in the whole East Empire.

“She’s my half-sister,” I said, swirling the wine in my glass with a grin, “Why would I disrespect her?”

My voice dripped with mock innocence, laced with a subtle sharpness. Enough to sting, but never enough to punish.

Angelica looked like she wanted to say something, but I cut her off first.

“Ha... I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I have more important matters to attend to.” I dipped my head just enough to be polite, but not an inch more.

“Goodbye. Have a great day.”

And with that, I walked away and my dress was flowing behind me like a shadow.

But of course... the real performance was just about to begin.

While I had been chatting with them, I had silently tasked Ruby to add a touch of light poison to Angelica’s drink. Nothing lethal. Just... a reminder. A warning. A game.

Ruby’s magic was subtle and undetectable. Just enough to make the saintess faint.

I wouldn’t be there to witness it though because I dont want to be in the crime scene.

Better to disappear before the drama unfolds.

I had just stepped outside when I heard something.

CLANG!

“Princess! Princess!!”

Prince Luke’s frantic voice echoed across the marble halls and it is loud enough to reach even me.

Oh? That fast?

I smirked to myself, sipping the last drop of wine before setting the glass down on a garden table.

They’ll be fine. She won’t die.

Probably.

Now that I’ve made my exit and left my little gift… I’m bored again.

I want to go somewhere far away.

Somewhere peaceful but at the same time dangerous.

Somewhere that doesn’t reek of fake saints and judgmental stares but just hungry wolves that wants to prey you.

Somewhere… like the icy place of the north.

Where the cold Duke lives.