After a Dramatic Sweetheart Transmigrates into a Book, the Netherworld Lord Becomes Everyone’s Beloved

[Transmigrate into a book + Reborn + Yandere + Beloved by Everyone + Everyone Is Unhinged] (The male lead from her original world is not the male lead of this book, but his rival in love. The heroine's son is her biological child. The ghostly elements are needed for the plot and aren't meant to be scary.) I transmigrated into a book!!! An unknown B-list actress has suddenly become the real heiress of the richest family. When you're rich enough, the best thing to do is coast through life! But the Book Immortal insists I follow the plot. The real and fake heiresses are battling it out online, while I'm just a supporting character. Well, well... The plot's already gone off the rails from the very beginning. You can't blame me for not taking my job seriously... It's not my fault everyone was reborn... My refined, gentle eldest brother really is kind to the core. When the heroine rudely pointed at me, he smiled and broke her finger. My second brother, always carefree and a notorious playboy, is the heroine's devoted simp in the book. Because I pretended to cry, he beat the heroine so badly she couldn't get out of bed for three days. The brooding actor and male lead was supposed to ignore me. Who could have guessed he was following a “win back your wife” script? The Book Immortal was having a meltdown, but I just laughed... Did you really think the little ancestor of the Divine Realm was all talk? You dared to scheme against me. So what if I destroy the Divine Realm! They say the four great families of the capital jointly guard the Ghost-Taming Xiao. Whoever gets it can even command the ancestor of the Ghost Realm! Heh... I laughed again... I pinned the lovestruck man beneath me and tilted his restrained face toward me... “Do I need it?” “Rao Bao... You're joking again. If you just say the word, what's the harm in giving you the Ghost Realm...” The sweet little puppy rubbed against my shoulder. “Mother, they keep saying I'm not really your son...” Looking at my fifteen-year-old grown son, I joked, “Your stepmother is still your mother...”