Darian desmonder
She was just an ordinary girl, spending her time between books and daydreams. One night, she picked up a famous novel and began reading, but the writing was unbearable. The heroine? Cold, arrogant, cruel — nothing convincing at all. Every page only irritated her more, until she threw the book aside and opened her phone to type an angry comment: “Who wrote this? The heroine has no heart, the story is shallow, and the plot is weak!”The hero and heroine were on the verge of divorce. With a final tap on the keyboard, she closed her eyes, laughing in disbelief. But when she opened them again… her room was gone. No bed. No phone. She was standing in a grand palace, marble walls gleaming, a massive mirror reflecting a face that wasn’t hers. The very body she had despised in the novel. She had become… the villainess herself.
About Darian desmonder
She was just an ordinary girl, spending her time between books and daydreams. One night, she picked up a famous novel and began reading, but the writing was unbearable. The heroine? Cold, arrogant, cruel — nothing convincing at all. Every page only irritated her more, until she threw the book aside and opened her phone to type an angry comment...Read more