"HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING"? She screamed, a man with a handsome face is above her. He slowly moves his hands to care for her face. She was terrified as the man came closer to her. He wishpers to her "YOU CANNOT ESCAPE FROM ME."

("How did it turns out like this ") . I wonder where it went wrong I was just trying to avoid the red flag of my death and now this crazy male lead won't even let me go!! ( internal screaming) ( AAAAAH!!)

Yes, i was reincarnated into my favourite novel which was read over 10 times. The man standing before me was the crazy psycho male lead of this novel. He is absolutely psycho .

"WHEN THE MONSTER LOVES YOU TOO MUCH" is the novel where I enjoyed reading it because I like the concept of imprisonment, and obsession, but it was a tragic novel where the female lead ended up dead by the male lead, and he goes berserk.

Did I reincarnate into that novel, then .....… Yes, Regretful tears. Internal screaming. Who in their right mind wants to be imprisoned..

Because tell me why the first thing I experience after reincarnating isn’t a cute tea party, or a mirror scene where I gasp at my beauty—

But a handsome psychopath hovering over me like a limited-edition red flag.

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" he asked.

My brain went into emergency meeting mode.

(inner mind meeting

Mind voice 1: Do NOT tell him your real name.

Mind voice 2:He’ll carve it into the wall.

mind voice 2: Pick something boring. Extremely boring.

mind voice 1: Say something stupid and see what happens

"yes ..... What did you ask? Sir"

"He frowns i asked what is your name?"

(Name...yes who am I….?..)

I swallowed

Slowly

Because suddenly a very important realization slapped me across the face harder than any psycho male lead ever could.

Name…?

Who am I…?

My eyes flicked down.

Plain dress.

Apron.

Sleeves rolled up.

No jewels. No silk. No tragic-heroine glow-up.

…Oh, no.

OH, NO.

“…Sir,” I said carefully, “before I answer that… may I ask you something?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re avoiding the question.”

He stayed silent and was observing me " let's see what the stupid question you are about to Ask ? "

I gestured at myself. “Hypothetically—purely hypothetically—if someone woke up wearing a maid uniform… what would that make them?”

His gaze traveled down slowly.

Too slowly.

I wanted to disappear into the floor.

“…A servant,” he said.

There it was.

The final nail.

I.

AM.

AN.

EXTRA.

Not the female lead.

Not the tragic heroine.

Not even the villainess with a redemption arc.

I’m MAID #3 WHO DIES OFF-SCREEN.

A sudden memory strikes in my head.

The original owner of this body is an extra character who will die in the hand of the tyrant

("AMELIA WOODS "....(internal screaming...WA AAH)

Amelia is just a simple character who dies by entering in his room to assassinate him

Simply put "I AM Be DOOMED "!!

HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE WHEN I'm GOING TO DOOMED TO DEAD

AUTHOR NOTE:

how do you like the story? Do you think Amelia can avoid dead flags and can change the fate of her character?

Please do comment do you find it to your liking ♥️

Yun seo, a college student was struck in the accident and was reincarnated into her favourite novel "when the monster loves you too much ".

"what are you doing"...?... (who is this? a pretty pink hair like a cotton candy, eyes are like a clear sky)...( am i dead?....)

a man was standing before her .( "wow.. he looks so damn beautiful...like eiden Heather from my favourite novel...)

by the second glance she realised she was reincarnated into her favourite novel.

NOW!! HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE!!

SAVE ME FROM THIS PSYCO!!😭

When did this all happen ..let's go back to the past and see before I became Amelia

24 hours ago :

I had a calm and boring life, So calm, in fact, that even my destiny was probably asleep.

College ended at 4:30 p.m.—not dramatically, not emotionally. Just the usual “okay class dismissed” and everyone evaporates like NPCs. I packed my bag, mentally congratulating myself for surviving another day without a breakdown.

Truly inspiring.

Because I was responsible (and broke), I pushed myself to join a part-time job.

I have to~oo~ much bills to pay

Rent.

Phone bill.

Internet bill (non-negotiable, I need emotional support).

And that mysterious “other charges” bill that appears just to remind me I’m poor.

Work was… fine.

I smiled.

I nodded.

I apologized for things I didn’t do.

By the end of my shift, my feet were screaming, my soul had left the chat, and my brain was running on low battery mode.

I finally went home, made instant noodles—because adulthood is mostly just boiling water—and collapsed on my bed.

I stared at the ceiling and wondered,

Is this it? Did I unlock the full adult experience already?

Staring at the ceiling, I thought,

This is fine. This is a normal life.

Then I made a terrible decision.

Notification: a new chapter of WHEN THE MONSTER LOVES YOU TOO MUCH has been released

"Finally the new chapter was released ~KYAA"

I am a fan of dark romance novels.

Yes.

I know.

That explains a lot about my life choices.

I like my fictional men dangerous, emotionally unavailable, and one bad decision away from murder—but fictionally. Very important distinction.

So obviously, WHEN THE MONSTER LOVES YOU TOO MUCH was my favorite.

I rolled onto my side, hugged my pillow like a responsible adult, and opened the chapter with stars in my eyes and zero survival instincts..

I want to see the male lead's obsession for the female lead ~ kyaa.

Yes.

SpecIfically the unhealthy, concerning, should-come-with-a-warning-label kind.

Because Grand Duke Aiden Heather was not just a man.

He was a walking red flag factory—cold, terrifying, emotionally constipated, and somehow deeply attractive in a fiction-only-do-not-try-this-at-home way

And Saintess Ariana

, I loved her

The chapter title loaded.

Final Chapter.

I froze.

“… Final?” I whispered. “Final as in End- end?”

My excitement evaporated, but curiosity won. Because I clearly don’t love myself enough.

I scrolled.

And there it was.

The scene.

The final scene loaded

And wow.

Just… wow.

The male lead went mana berserk.

Of course he did.

Because why solve problems with communication when you can explode magically and traumatize everyone.

I stared at the screen.

“… Sir,” I said slowly, “have you tried breathing exercises.”

He was destroying everything.

The sky was cracking.

People were screaming.

Mana was everywhere.

Typical Tuesday for a dark romance male lead.

Then—

Saintess Ariana stepped forward.

I sat up.

“No,” I said calmly. “Nope. I know this posture.”

She smiled at him.

SMILED.

Why do female leads always smile when they’re about to do something life-ending?

She reached out to him.

“I love you,” she said.

I slapped my pillow.

“WHY ARE YOU CONFESSING DURING A DISASTER.”

And then—

She sacrificed herself.

To save him.

To calm his mana.

To protect her love.

And finally the male lead cries by hugging the female lead's body

I stared at my phone.

Long pause.

“…So let me get this straight.”

I scrolled back up.

Scrolled down again.

“So HE goes berserk—”

“—SHE dies—”

“—and THIS is called romance?

The final lines rolled in.

The world was saved.

The monster was left alone.

At last the lipharie empire flourished with happiness and every one lived happily ever after.

“… Author,” I said, staring at the ceiling," does the author not know how to give an ending?"

I grabbed my phone again and pointed at the screen like it could feel shame.

Aiden,” I scolded, “YOU HAD ONE JOB.”

I started counting on my fingers.

“One: Obsess.”

“Two: Protect.”

“Three: Glare menacingly.”

I raised my voice.

“NOWHERE did it say ‘go mana berserk and kill your girlfriend via self-sacrifice.’”

I lay back dramatically.

“So she dies,” I muttered, “and he lives with guilt forever?”

Great.

Fantastic.

Five stars for emotional damage.

Overcome with grief, betrayal, and the need to suppress my emotions like a functional adult, I marched to the fridge.

I opened it.

Nothing.

Empty.

My vision blurred.

“… W AAH,” I sobbed. “WA AAH.”

No alcohol.

No comfort.

Just noodles and despair.

I wiped my tears, straightened my posture, and nodded to myself.

Fine.

If the fridge wouldn’t support me, I would support myself.

I grabbed my wallet and headed outside to buy alcohol—

And that…

That was when everything went wrong

And that…

That was when everything went wrong.

On the way I wrote a comment saying that it was absolutely unacceptable, and I muttered "“I could have written a better ending,”

Suddenly i got into an accident and my vision began to fade the last text I saw was" Why can't you show me the different ending?"

So,” I thought distantly, “this is how I die.”

Not heroically.

Not saving a child.

Not even dramatically.

I got taken out by bad writing and unresolved trauma.

Classic.

My vision dimmed. Sounds faded. My thoughts slowed, drifting like a phone on 1% battery.

Wow.

If this is really the end…

“… Author,” I thought bitterly, “if you’re watching this, your endings suck.”

Darkness swallowed everything.

I gasped.

The air slammed into my lungs like it had a personal grudge.

I shot upright—

—and immediately regretted it.

My head throbbed. My body felt… light? Small?

And the ceiling above me—

Wait.

" Didn't I get into an accident just now"?

“…Am I dead,” I whispered, “or did I finally hallucinate after instant noodles?”

A voice came from somewhere nearby.

" Finally you woke up" she said.

I blankly stared at her, I asked "who are you? "

"I'm your roommate you dummy, don't you know today is your turn to serve the master, Amelia "

After hearing this I ran towards the mirror to see myself

The pretty long pink hair like cotton candy and eyes like a clear sky

I screamed " WHAT AM I REINCARNATED?!"

AUTHOR NOTE:

do you think Amelia will write a new story towards a happy ending ?

If you like the story please comment below ❤️