My best friend and I both transmigrated into the bodies of villainesses.
She was the second female lead, and I was the third.
I latched onto a powerful big shot from the capital’s elite circle, while she became the mistress of his sworn enemy.
Then the sickly female lead showed up.
Me: “If I don’t leave now, they’ll cut out my heart.”
Her: “They’ll take my kidney.”
Me: “Should we run?”
Her: “If we don’t, we’re dead. Let’s go tonight!”
After escaping, we spent money like water and lived it up.
One night, with a sore back, I ordered a male model to come over. But when I opened the door, a big shot from the capital’s elite circle was standing there.
He gritted his teeth. “It’s been three months, and you’re so lonely you’re hiring male models? I’m better than that pretty boy, and I’m free. Choose me.”
