What happens when the punishment for rage-quitting an otome game… is being thrown into it?

Lyra Hart, a sarcastic gamer girl with a talent for breaking fourth walls and controllers, finds herself trapped inside the very game she swore to never touch again—Crimson Hearts: Reversed Fates. It’s a brutal otome game known for its impossible routes, unkillable villainess, and heartbreak endings.

Except now, she’s the villainess.

To make things worse, her mysterious captor is none other than Raven, a smug little raven (literally) who claims this is punishment for “disrespecting fate.” But behind his teasing smile and purple eyes hides a shocking truth.

As Lyra tries to navigate palace schemes, glitchy romance routes, and a dangerously handsome crown prince who might be more than just a love interest, she must decide:

Is she playing the game… or is the game playing her?

I opened my eyes to the feeling of silk sheets and… gravity-defying cleavage?


My voice stopped short. So did my brain.


It looked like a royal bedroom straight out of a manhwa: gold-accented walls, velvet curtains swaying gently in the breeze, and a mirror—oh no.


I rushed to the mirror, practically tripping over the enormous skirts of a black and red ball gown that looked like it cost more than my student loans. When I finally reached the mirror, my jaw dropped.


Golden blonde hair. Cat-like pink eyes. A wickedly arched brow.


The very same one who gets publicly humiliated, exiled, or worse in every route.


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I turned on instinct, nearly twisting my ankle in these death-trap heels. A maid—no, a terrified maid—stood trembling in the doorway.


"M-Milady! His Highness the Crown Prince is waiting in the garden… for your apology."


The game's coldest and most powerful route. The one who breaks the engagement in front of the entire court after the villainess throws wine at the heroine.


If I remembered correctly… that happens TODAY.


"Oh my god," I muttered. "This is the prologue. I got dumped into the actual beginning."


I waved her off. "Nothing. Just thinking about how I'm about to get socially executed."


I straightened my back and forced a smug expression onto my face—the villainess's signature move. "Tell His Highness I'll be right there."


I needed to play smarter than the story expected.


The Crown Prince stood like a statue beneath a flowering arch, arms folded, silver sword gleaming at his side. His golden hair shimmered beneath the sun. His expression was ice.


"Lady Evelyne," he said, voice cold. "You're late."


Evelyne. That's the villainess's name. My name now.


I curtsied with perfect grace, head high. "Forgive me, Your Highness. I was too busy making sure my apology would be… unforgettable."


Chapter 2 - Welcome to the Villainess Route