I transmigrated into an angsty novel and became the villainess.
The System said I could go home as soon as I finished the plot.
I diligently tormented the heroine, framed her, and stole her man.
But the story kept veering further and further off course.
The heroine began looking at me with a strange, smoldering gaze, while the hero pinned me against the wall, gripping my waist with bloodshot eyes. “Do you even have a heart?”
Even the villain joined in, handing me a knife. “Stab him. I'll make the body disappear for you.”
I was losing it.
I just want to go home!
