I’ve been transported into a book as a disposable villainess who goes crazy over a man.
One second I’m tearing into the original heroine for a scumbag. The next, I come to my senses:
Why should women make life difficult for women?
I become best friends with the original heroine and team up with her to take down scumbags and build our careers.
I activate the System and breeze through life, putting toxic people in their place, punishing trash men, and making money.
Who would have thought that the top big shot who avoids women would end up pampering me to the skies?
The scumbag cries and begs me to take him back. I sneer:
“What are you, exactly? How could you possibly compare to my career and my girls?”
No fighting over men | women-first | sweet romance, no angst | hilarious wish-fulfillment
