On the first day after transmigrating into a book, my husband died.
The good news: I inherited a fortune worth hundreds of millions.
The bad news: I became a stepmother to a stepdaughter who was obsessed with playing the wicked female supporting character. I had to keep her alive and healthy until she came of age to claim the inheritance.
Stepdaughter: ostracize the heroine, punch the hero, kick the villain.
Every day, she comes up with a new way to get herself killed!
Me: "Please, stop using your powers!"
I remember how she once caused someone to fall off a cliff and become a vegetable because of her reckless antics.
Why is it so hard to become a rich woman?!
And why does this puppy-like guy who keeps hanging around me look more and more like a big-shot villain?
