

Game streamer Rena Truman wakes up in a virtual interstellar realm as a top-tier heiress armed with a "villain system." To earn points and cash out, she throws herself into playing the vicious rich girl. But her 21st-century conscience keeps backfiring—every "evil" act she commits turns into an accidental redemption. When a disillusioned priest, a cold-blooded general, an innocent merman, and the empire's iron-fisted commander all gather around her, each falling hopelessly in love, Rena is left stunned. She was supposed to make them hate her. So why is everyone head over heels?
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Game streamer Rena Truman wakes up in a virtual interstellar realm as a top-tier heiress armed with a "villain system." To earn points and cash out, she throws herself into playing the vicious rich girl. But her 21st-century conscience keeps backfiring—every "evil" act she commits turns into an accidental redemption. When a disillusioned priest, a cold-blooded general, an innocent merman, and the empire's iron-fisted commander all gather around her, each falling hopelessly in love, Rena is left stunned. She was supposed to make them hate her. So why is everyone head over heels?

David Ashcroft has spent his life training on Tempest Peak under a master who turns out to have one very specific weakness: he needs three million for renovations and isn't above bending the truth to get it. Conned off the mountain and broke, David answers what looks like a generous job listing and finds himself face to face with Aria Blackwood, a CEO who has just invented something powerful enough that foreign interests have put a bounty on her head. David neutralises the first assassination attempt almost by accident. He's hired on the spot. When a rival moves in under the pretense of romance to steal her technology, David dismantles the scheme in public.The rival is not gracious about it.

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon. "To another year of freedom! Congratulations to our Underboss on reclaiming his bachelor status!" "The family betting pool is open! Place your bets on the left if you think they'll still get married, and on the right if you think it's over for good!" Through the hazy cigar smoke, I sat on the corner of a leather sofa, a cold observer, as if this whole farce had nothing to do with me. Dante's hand was curled around Scarlett's waist as he brushed past me, whispering, "Don't get any ideas. You'll always be my only Donna." "I'm a kite. No matter how far I fly, the string is always in your hand." I pressed my cold fingers against the gentle swell of my belly, my expression a blank mask. Dante, this time at the family's betting table, I'm putting my money on "the end." I'm going to vanish from your world completely. That kite string you're so proud of? Tonight, I'm cutting it myself.