I was transmigrated into an otome game as a cannon-fodder supporting heroine who was hopelessly obsessed with the male leads. In the original story, after going bankrupt, I was sent to a mental hospital.
The System said I could stay alive as long as I won over any one of the male leads.
But I tore up the script.
When I stopped groveling, the aloof CEO splashed red wine across my proposal. “Playing hard to get? You’ve succeeded.”
The gentle senior shed his refined facade and pinned me against my door on a rainy night. “Don’t smile at anyone else... I’ll go crazy.”
Even the movie star who treated me as a stand-in put out a citywide search for me. “Come back. Name your price.”
I returned all their gifts and closed the diary filled with their names.
Since every romance route has gone off the rails, I might as well set myself a little goal...
For example, make every one of their companies bear the Lin name.
