Aeril, the youngest prince of the Empire, ran away, rejecting his life as an Omega. Concealing his identity, he reached the cold, remote village at the ‘Edge of the World’. Just as he was about to finally pursue his long-held dream of medicine…... more>>

“How can a Grand Duke not even manage his own heat cycle? What is this?!”

He picked up a northern Grand Duke who had suddenly manifested as an alpha!

***

“Who else knows I’ve manifested as an Alpha?”

“Only I do. Only me! And I’ll be the only one in the future too!”

Eril answered hastily.

The Grand Duke continued, scrutinizing Aeril as he spoke.

“How should I respond?”

“You should seek help from someone of a different disposition, perhaps?”

Having made his calculations, the Grand Duke removed his foot from Aeril’s body.

Aeril let out a sigh of relief, sat up, and hastily removed the blanket.

“From now on, you are my personal physician.”

Eril was astonished.

“Wait a minute! I clearly refused to work under Your Highness!”

It was quite interesting. This doctor was worth keeping an eye on, he thought.

The Grand Duke extended a hand to Aeril.

“Do you think you have a choice?” <<less

I could understand possessing the villainess in a novel. One could run away in the middle or suddenly pretend to be nice to change the story.... more>>

But could a villainess, who was only left at the end and was imprinted, escape?

***

The moment I touched Theodore’s body, my hand flinched as if shocked by electricity. However, I hid my hand, pretending nothing happened.

“You are mistaken. Go to your guide before the misunderstanding deepens.”

How could an imprint forcibly made by magic be a true imprint? This was a relationship that would disappear the moment Theodore found his true guide. No, it had to be that way.

“When should I stop pretending not to know?”

Theodore’s sneer interrupted Eleia’s thoughts.

“Hmm? Until when should I keep being deceived, Eleia?”

He whispered more deeply than ever with eyes full of ecstasy.

“You have to take responsibility for me.”

Because you are my guide. <<less

The real one was found.... more>>

That meant that Chloe, who was a fake and a stand-in, could now exit.

The first thing I did after possessing the villainess who gets mu*dered in the novel was to 'find the female lead.'

In the meantime, I had to fabricate the lie that I could read emotions as an excuse to survive.

And now it was time for everyone to return to their places.

"My lovely little liar."

The moment Delphian's voice, which had always sounded sweet, felt unfamiliar for the first time.

"It's too late to run away."

By the time my ankle was caught, it was already too late.

***

"I found the real one for you. Now let me go."

This wasn't supposed to take this long.

Chloe was pinned to the bed like prey caught in a trap after biting into sweet bait.

"Delphian, it's all over now."

"It's not the end, it's the beginning."

The laughter that seeped through Delphian's pretty lips was clear.

"Chloe, this is your fault. You were too perfect for a fake." <<less

“Let’s divorce.”... more>>

Her husband’s declaration came without warning. When she demanded how he could make such a sudden decision, resentment lacing her voice, Calix, who had been silently listening, finally spoke.

“How much longer do you expect me to live with the hollow shell that is Evelyn?”

He had discovered her secret.

***

“I’ll leave.”

Yes, she had no right to stay. She wasn’t Evelyn. She was an imposter inhabiting Evelyn’s body.

“But give me three months. Just until the divorce reflection period is over.”

“Why? Why are you so desperate to stay?”

She couldn’t leave—not yet.

“Tell me, then. What reason do you have to stay by my side?”

According to what she knew, Calix would die in three months. If she couldn’t stop her heart from falling for him, then at the very least, she wanted to save him before she left.

And Calix was no different.

“Three months? I won’t last that long.”

She, so pure and kind it almost seemed naïve, so blindly devoted it bordered on foolishness, could never know the truth— not about what was to come, nor the feelings that had already begun to stir. <<less