Everyone Dotes on Me Because I Know the Script

I transmigrated into a wealthy-family novel where everyone gets a bad ending, and became the fake heiress who wouldn’t survive past thirty chapters.

The good news: I know everyone’s tragic fate.

The bad news: They can hear my thoughts.

And so, this family begins to defy fate and change their fortunes based on what I think.

Until one day, the only man who can’t hear my thoughts corners me against a wall.

“Just how many nice things have you said about me in your head?”