Whoever Wants to Be the Female Lead Can Have the Job

My fake best friend tricked me into getting plastic surgery. Just as they put me under anesthesia, I woke up to the truth: I was the villainess in a book. I’d stop at nothing to win the male lead, only to end up disfigured and die a horrible death, while my saintly, white-lotus sister got the man and lived happily ever after with him. Who could put up with that? I pushed the anesthetic away. I’m not getting surgery. I’m going to be myself.