Plan to read 2029

I managed to get myself thrown into a story as a stepmother so jealous of her daughter that she tried to kill the girl with a poisoned apple. I’d love it if I could shower my cute and lovely Blanche with all sorts of affection, but– “Hilarious. Since when did you like Blanche so much?” This god-damned husband keeps getting in my way! “I am Blanche’s parent as well. I demand an apology for being so suspicious of me.” “And if I don’t?” “I’ll visit your bedroom tonight, your majesty.” “…..” “I even managed to get some really sexy panties just for you.” With a big smile on my face, I struck him with a critical hit. “I could show it to you right now if you’d like?” The look on his face was truly something to behold. I lifted my chin, and looked down on him victoriously.

I possessed a character in a novel that I stopped writing as a hobby when I was in high school. My mother died in an accident, and my father is rumored to be dead right after he went to jail. Thanks to that, I became an orphan girl at the age of seven without a name. While living in another person’s house, I was exhausted from working and was caught running away. Then sold to s*ave traders. I was wondering if this life is meant to be ruined. The reputable Duke, the Empire’s greatest villain bought me. “She’s 7 years old, but was small and too thin.” Henriette, the worst villain in the original, whose hobby is making everyone act like a puppet, playing tricks on the imperial family, and threatening the neck of the aristocracy, it turned out that scary man is my real father who went to jail! But you seem a little different from the original villain. “Well, duke…” “No.” “…..Oh, father?” “That, too.” “……uh, Daddy?” “Yes, my daughter. What do you want to have today?” Henriette, who I thought was scary, is more friendly than I thought. “If anyone bothers you from now on, you have to tell your big brother, okay? I’ll drown them at the bottom of the lake.” “Shall I go see flowers with my little sister today? There are so many ornamental mermaids in the glass greenhouse. I thought you would like it, so I caught it myself. Did I do a good job?” “This slow girl! Dad called you…. No, I’m not mad! Damn it, don’t be s*upid! Ahhh! Yeah! I’m wrong! Okay?” The new brothers were definitely villains in the original, but they are much nicer than I thought. “You can do whatever you want. Anyone in the family, if you say so, will listen carefully and do what you say.” But it’s weird. The novel I wrote wasn’t originally like this. *** “….If you promise me a few things, I’ll stay with you again. I won’t leave you.” “You can see me anytime without an appointment.” “Should I? I can always run away to a place where you will never find me again.” He frowned his eyebrows. If I had known that a small word of expression would have caused such a terrible reaction, I would have kept my mouth shut then. It was when I was in the middle of regretting, “You’re mistaken. Do you think I will let you go in the first place, shouldn’t that be possible first?” “….What?” “Who said I’d let you run away?” ……No matter how much I think about it, I think I got it wrong. “If you’ll really run away, you shouldn’t be caught by me again.” The Real Youngest Daughter of the Villainous Duke ?? ???? ?? ??????

A noblewoman preparing for a political marriage keeps fainting in terror whenever she meets her intimidating fiancé—but he mistakes her fear for affection. Determined to call off the engagement, she must navigate his unexpected romanticism and family secrets.

The Immoral Ducal Family Needs to Learn Family Values

A woman who tolerated tattered curtains and worn shoes for years snaps, deciding to leave it all behind until a dripping-wet assassin crashes in. Unfazed, she shoves a mop at him ("Clean your mess first"), turning a life-or-death standoff into the most absurd domestic showdown.

My duke husband, who was a disappointment except for his fantastic face and appearance, changed one day. At first, he seemed not to recognize me, but suddenly, he became amazing in bed, a flirting genius, a social expert, and could do anything perfectly! One night, after being tormented to the point of exhaustion, I finally asked tearfully. “Um, are you really my husband? You’re not, right? There’s no way. There’s no way you could be this good…” “How did you know, my lady? Hah, I didn’t think my true identity would be revealed this soon.” What? It turns out, my munchkin husband was actually the male lead from a web novel who had possessed an extra character.