chapter.1

In the stillness of the night, a sudden knock echoed at the door.

“Tok… tok…”

Eve flinched slightly. Slowly, she walked toward the door.

As it creaked open, a servant stepped in and said softly,

“Miss Eve, Lord Greed is asking for you.”

The moment she heard the name, Eve froze.

“Eve… the Greenheart?” — She had heard that name somewhere before.

She couldn’t remember when, but something about it felt deeply strange.

Then, like a flash of lightning, it struck her —

That name belonged to the villainess in the noble novel “Pink Flower and Sword!”

Her eyes widened, her lips trembled.

“No… no! That can’t be true!”

She ran to the mirror and whispered in disbelief,

“I… I’ve become the villainess’s sister in this story?”

Why? Why wasn’t she the female lead instead?

The one who wins the prince’s heart, who lives a happy ending—

Why did she have to be born into the cursed family of the villainess?

Eve the Greenheart — the only daughter of Michael the Greenheart.

Her father had loved her more than his own life.

But fate had played a cruel trick.

The prince had fallen in love with the female lead of Pink Flower and Sword.

The villainess, consumed by jealousy and misunderstanding,

grew to despise that girl — humiliating her and envying her wealth and charm.

As a result, the two male leads of the novel came to hate her.

In the end, when the prince saw the villainess raise her hand against the woman he loved,

he lost control — and killed her in his rage.

Thus ended the life of the “villainess.”

Afterward, her father — broken by grief and guilt —

declared war against the royal family.

The kingdom fell,

and he, unable to bear his failure to save his daughter,

took his own life.

That was how the tragic tale had ended…

But now, Eve found herself living inside that very story.

Tears welled in her eyes.

“No… I won’t make the same mistakes again,” she said firmly.

“I know my father loved me.

I won’t let him die…

And I won’t let myself die either.”

She turned to her reflection in the mirror and whispered,

“I will rewrite this story.

The ending will change.

This time—

no one will die.

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The first light of dawn streamed through the window,

softly brushing across the room.

The curtains swayed in the gentle morning breeze,

as if humming a tender song.

Eve sat silently on her bed for a long time.

After everything that had happened last night,

her heart still carried a strange heaviness.

She knew — she was no longer dreaming.

She was living inside a story.

A story where her death was already written.

She stood before the mirror,

fear glimmering in her eyes, yet burning with fierce determination.

“No… I will not die as the story says,” she whispered.

“I will write my own destiny.”

Then she reached for the old book lying on her desk —

“The Tale of Pink Flower and Sword.”

She flipped through the pages

and stopped at the part where the villainess’s tragic end was written.

Eve read those lines carefully:

> “The villainess, consumed by envy, met her tragic end…”

“No,” Eve murmured, her voice trembling yet steady,

“I will not burn in jealousy.

I will live so that no one has to cry again.”

She picked up a quill pen

and on a blank sheet of paper, she wrote:

“I am not the villainess of this story. I am my own heroine.”

As her vow echoed in her heart,

it felt as if the entire mansion trembled.

Outside, birds suddenly took flight,

and the air itself seemed to shimmer with magic.

A golden butterfly fluttered in through the open window

and landed gently on her shoulder.

Eve smiled softly.

“So, you’ve come to bless me, haven’t you?”

Just then, a knock came from the door.

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