Alice wasn’t your average girl.

She was worse.

Addicted to historical drama novels, obsessed with female villains, and the kind of girl who thought mixing spicy noodles with highway speeding was a good time.

So naturally, her death was:

Fast. Fiery. And embarrassingly noodle-related.

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🚗💥 The Noodle Tragedy

It was 1:33 AM.

The roads were clear. The playlist was unhinged. Her soul was at peace.

Until her beloved "Doomed Love in the Duke’s Dungeon" audiobook hit a steamy betrayal scene—right as she was slurping dangerously hot beef noodles in one hand, speeding at 130 km/h.

One sip. One cough. One scream.

> “HOLY SIZZLING SATAN THAT’S HOT—”

She swerved. The noodles went flying. Her car hit something large and aggressively inflatable.

It was a roadside giant birthday cake balloon.

The last thing she saw?

A toddler’s angry face painted like a pirate, staring at her through the windshield.

RIP Alice. Killed by beef, betrayal, and bad decisions.

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👑 The Next Thing She Knew...

She wasn’t in heaven.

She was in a bed the size of a swimming pool, surrounded by terrified maids, an old guy sobbing dramatically, and a doctor dabbing sweat like he was in a Victorian opera.

> “Her Grace is awake!”

“It’s a miracle!”

“Wait—did she just call me ‘uncle bro’?”

Yes. Alice, now fully conscious, sat up and said:

> “Why do I smell like wealth, trauma, and old furniture?”

Then promptly passed out again from shock.

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🛏️ Identity Crisis (and Slay)

The maid filled her in later.

“You’re Lady Evelyne D’Armont, daughter of Grand Duke Albrecht and Grand Duchess Isadora. You had a terrible accident... on your horse.”

> “Horse? Babe, I died in a Toyota.”

“You also have a fiancé. The Crown Prince.”

“...Ew.”

It hit her like a slow-burn angst plot:

She was inside that novel. The one she rage-read last summer. The one with:

A villainess who everyone hated (Evelyne)

A "sweet" girl everyone adored (Elira Dawnveil)

And a stupid, boring prince who had zero taste

But here’s the plot twist—

Elira wasn’t sweet.

She was a gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss in disguise.

And now, Alice was Evelyne. The villainess doomed to lose everything.

Unless...

She rewrote the story.

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☕ Operation: "Tea and Trap"

Evelyne (Alice) decided to throw a private tea party.

Publicly, it was to reintroduce herself to the nobility.

Secretly? It was to scout for a noblewoman to flirt with, as part of her grand plan to ditch the prince and reclaim her dignity.

She picked the prettiest garden, the most expensive tea set, and even practiced seductive eyebrow raises in the mirror.

> “I’ll be elegant. Dangerous. A mysterious ice queen with sapphic energy.”

What she didn’t plan on?

The actual devil showing up uninvited.

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🔥 Enter: Elira Dawnveil

As nobles sipped tea and whispered trash behind lace fans, Elira arrived like a midnight thunderstorm dipped in rosewater.

She was glowing.

Hair like black silk. Eyes like ruined innocence. Dress slit to her thighs. Smiling like she knew your secrets and would ruin you with them.

And she hadn’t even been invited.

She made eye contact with Evelyne—

And Evelyne (Alice)?

Flatlined.

Brain: Do not simp. Do not simp. She is the villain.

Heart: Oops. Too late.

Soul: I’d marry her in the next life.

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🎭 Victim Olympics

Of course, Elira didn’t come to just flirt.

She walked toward the table with a graceful stagger, dramatically tripped over a pebble (that wasn’t there), and "fell" into a maid, spilling tea on herself.

She gasped, eyes shimmering.

> “Lady Evelyne... pushed me!”

Gasps echoed around the garden.

Alice was still staring at her like she’d seen a goddess slide down from heaven in 4-inch heels.

One noble gasped.

Another clutched her pearls.

Alice finally blinked.

> “I... I was literally sipping jasmine tea like a depressed kitten. What do you mean I pushed you?!”

Didn’t matter. Elira whimpered. People glared. A child somewhere fainted.

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💋 The Real Realization

Back in her room, Evelyne paced.

> “Okay. So she’s evil. Fine. She’s manipulative. Great. But WHY did she have to be hot?!”

She flopped on the bed, groaning into a thousand-thread-count pillow.

> “I was supposed to fake-flirt with some nice noblewoman. Not get spiritually seduced by Satan in a tiara.”

Then she sat up, eyes sharp.

> “Fine. If she wants to play villain…”

She grinned.

> “I’ll court her so hard she won’t know what hit her.”

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🌙 The Midnight Visitor

That night, just as Evelyne was about to sleep, a shadow appeared at her window.

She froze.

The window creaked open.

And in slipped Elira.

Wearing black lace. Hair loose. Lips curled in a wicked smirk.

> “You tried to humiliate me today.”

Evelyne stared.

> “You climbed my balcony... at midnight... in heels… just to threaten me?”

Elira stepped closer. Voice like warm velvet.

> “I don’t lose, Lady Evelyne.”

Then she turned to leave.

> “Also. You forgot this.”

She tossed a fan—Evelyne’s favorite, left behind at the tea table.

Then vanished like a romantic tax evasion ghost.

Evelyne stood there, stunned.

> “...God, she’s hot.”

And just like that—

The villainess fell harder than her brakes ever did.

Evelyne was lounging like the queen of icy disdain when a royal messenger barged in, nearly knocking over a priceless vase.

“Your Grace! The Crown Prince is here and demands to see you at once! There’s a rumor going around that you’ve been bullying Lady Elira!”

Evelyne snorted. “Bullying? Me? The villainess? Please. Elira’s the one with the teardrop acting skills.”

Enter The Crown Prince — Defender of the ‘Innocent’ Elira

The Crown Prince entered looking calm, regal, and way too serious for court drama.

“So,” he said, folding his arms, “Lady Elira tells me you’ve been tormenting her. She’s quite shaken. Care to explain?”

Evelyne raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her smirk in check. “Your Highness, Elira’s tears are just a clever disguise. She plays the victim perfectly, but behind the scenes? She’s no saint.”

The Prince shook his head. “I don’t buy it. Elira’s kind, gentle, and everyone adores her. You, on the other hand, have a reputation for cruelty. Why the bullying, Evelyne?”

The Roast Battle — Prince vs. Evelyne

Prince (dead serious): “You throw your weight around and call it power. But everyone sees through your ice queen act.”

Evelyne (mock surprise): “Oh? Is the Crown Prince lecturing me on how to rule a court?”

Prince (smiling): “No, just reminding you that kindness wins battles you can’t brute force.”

Evelyne (snapping back): “Kindness doesn’t get you anywhere with your perfect little smiles and fake tears.”

Prince (smirking): “At least I don’t need to scare everyone into liking me.”

Grand Duke Albrecht’s Urgent Intervention

After the roast battle, the Grand Duke pulled Evelyne aside with a serious look.

“Evelyne, enough of this childish feud. If you want to survive the court, you must be smarter than Elira.”

Evelyne crossed her arms, eyebrow raised. “Oh, don’t worry, Father. I have a plan.”

Scene 2: Plotting the Crush

Back in her room, Evelyne paced, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Forget fighting fire with fire. I’m going to make Elira like me,” she muttered.

She grinned, “Once she’s too distracted by me, the Crown Prince will have no choice but to back off.”

Margot peeked in. “So... you’re going to play matchmaker with your enemy?”

“Exactly. It’s the ultimate power move. Nothing crushes rumors like rumors.”

Scene 3: Rumor Mill in Action

The next morning, discreet whispers spread like wildfire through the palace.

“She’s seen sneaking glances at Lady Evelyne.”

“Did you hear? Elira blushes every time Evelyne walks by.”

“The Crown Prince has been avoiding Elira like she caught the plague!”

Evelyne, overhearing this, smiled slyly. “Let the games begin.”

Scene 4: A Secret Smile

That night, Evelyne stood at her window, looking out over the castle grounds.

“Who says the villain can’t win the heart?”

Her lips curled into a secretive smile as she whispered, “Elira, you won’t know what hit you.”

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i hope you will like it...

The moment Evelyne D’Armont’s carriage rolled across the golden borders of Aurelith, her smirk widened like she’d just stepped onto the stage of her greatest performance yet.

“Send word to the palace. Tell them Lady Evelyne, Duchess of D’Armont and Queen of Petty Revenge, has arrived,” she announced, dramatically pushing back her hood.

Margot, her long-suffering handmaid, groaned from inside the carriage. “Please don’t say that to the guards. Again.”

“Too late,” Evelyne said sweetly, already striding ahead.

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Scene 1: Childhood Best Friend, Now Future King

The palace of Aurelith glittered with light and decorum, but Evelyne’s eyes were set on only one person: Crown Prince Elias.

He sat in the royal garden, sprawled lazily under a cherry blossom tree, reading a letter with one eyebrow raised and a wine glass dangling from his fingers like he was auditioning to be the poster boy of royal sass.

“My, my,” he drawled as she approached. “The notorious villainess herself. Did you burn down another orphanage or did you just miss me?”

Evelyne tossed her gloves onto his table, eyes glittering. “Elias. I’ve come to make a deal.”

He raised a brow. “Is this like last time when your ‘deal’ got me stabbed by a nun?”

“She was faking the nun thing,” Evelyne sniffed. “And besides, I warned you. Anyway, this time it’s bigger. Strategic. Sexy.”

Elias perked up. “Go on.”

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Scene 2: The Proposal

Evelyne leaned in. “You still like Crown Prince Lucian, don’t you?”

Elias choked on his wine. “Subtle, Evie. Very subtle.”

She continued with a wicked grin. “And I want Elira Dawnveil.”

He stared. “You mean the sunshine cupcake that your own kingdom thinks you’re bullying?”

“Exactly! So here’s the deal: I’ll help you win Lucian's icy little heart. In return, you help me get Elira. We cause a bit of confusion, stir up the palace gossip—”

“Make them think the wrong people are in love,” Elias finished, his smile blooming into a full smirk.

Evelyne winked. “You and I—two of the most powerful heirs of neighboring nations. If we pretend we’re courting, who’s going to question it?”

“Oh, the chaos,” Elias murmured, already delighted.

“Think about it,” Evelyne added, swirling a glass of Aurelith’s finest. “You’re the future King of Aurelith. I’m the sole heiress to D’Armont. If we join forces, no crown, no saint, no doe-eyed Elira or noble idiot Lucian can stand in our way.”

Elias paused dramatically. “So basically… we fake a romance, distract everyone, and seduce our respective crushes while they’re confused, overwhelmed, and utterly off guard?”

“Precisely,” Evelyne grinned. “We weaponize our reputations. You—charming flirt. Me—merciless villainess. Together, unstoppable.”

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Scene 3: Operation: Chaos Couple

Later that day, the royal court of Aurelith buzzed with scandal.

“Lady Evelyne and Crown Prince Elias?!”

“I thought she hated him!”

“Apparently not. She just rode into the capital like she owned the place and kissed his cheek in public!”

“I heard she’s transferring her allegiance to Aurelith.”

“She’s abandoning D’Armont?!”

Elias, overhearing this from behind a potted plant, whispered, “You were right. Rumors spread faster than wildfire.”

Evelyne smirked. “And now, Auren won’t know whether to punch you or propose to you.”

Elias held out his hand. “To villainy and victory?”

Evelyne clinked her glass against his. “To confusing the hell out of everyone.”

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Scene 4: The Strategy Begins

Evelyne sat beside Elias in the royal library, feet propped on an ancient manuscript while plotting their next move.

“We’ll start with a party,” she said. “Invite Lucian and Elira both. I’ll act surprisingly sweet. You’ll be deliciously flirty. They’ll start questioning everything.”

Elias nodded. “And if Lucian starts to suspect something?”

Evelyne waved him off. “Then we dangle just enough sincerity to keep him doubting himself.”

Elias raised an eyebrow. “Are you always this calculated?”

“No,” Evelyne said, batting her lashes. “Sometimes I’m worse.”

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Scene 5: Letters Sent, Traps Set

Evelyne penned a delicate letter to Elira, sealed with D’Armont’s violet wax:

> _Lady Elira,

There are… misunderstandings between us. I’d like to invite you to Aurelith for a small gathering. No tricks. Just conversation.

Sincerely,

Evelyne D’Armont

P.S. I’m not going to kiss you unless you ask. Maybe._

Margot peeked over her shoulder. “That’s not helping the ‘I’m not in love with her’ image.”

“That’s the point,” Evelyne smirked.

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Scene 6: A New Power Duo

Elias and Evelyne walked side-by-side down the grand staircase of Aurelith’s palace, arm in arm, a vision of chaotic elegance.

“You do realize,” Elias said, “we’re giving fanfiction writers enough material to choke a unicorn.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Evelyne replied. “And when this is over? We’ll both get what we want.”

“But if we fall for each other in the process?” he teased.

She wrinkled her nose. “Then I’ll throw myself into a volcano. No offense.”

“None taken,” Elias grinned.

And as they laughed, the sky over Aurelith lit up with fireworks for a festival neither of them were actually invited to.

Because if they were going to burn down everything... it was going to be with flair.

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