“Miss, … Miss Evenel, Miss Evenel.”
A voice that called her several times met the red eyes that had been gazing carelessly at the quickly passing scenery outside the window, turning towards the person sitting opposite.
“Are you alright?”
A young girl with a naive face looked at Evenel with worried eyes.
Evenel maintained her silence, keeping her lips tightly sealed. There was no way to know what she was thinking with that emotionless expression.
Trying to change the atmosphere, the maid, Lia, purposely raised her voice cheerfully.
“Don’t worry. No matter what anyone says, Miss Evenel is a noble lady of the Aodin Empire, from the distinguished House of Istella. So, nothing will happen.”
Then, Evenel’s lips slowly opened. A slightly hoarse voice flowed out as if she had not spoken for a long time.
“Do you really think so, Lia?”
“Of course.”
At the confident answer, Evenel turned her head back to the window without another word, and she opened it wide as if the carriage’s interior was stifling.
Because of that, her platinum hair fluttered in the wind. She murmured in a soft voice as she looked at the changing scenery since they started.
“We’ll arrive at our destination soon.”
At the same time, she thought about the content that would have surprised Lia if she had heard.
‘Then, death isn’t far off.’
For some reason, Evenel asserted her own death.
But incongruously, her eyes were completely indifferent. As if she had been eagerly waiting for that moment alone.
‘I’m too tired.’
She leaned deeply into the carriage seat and closed her eyes. She just wanted to escape this world, whether it was a dream or illusion, as quickly as possible.
As her eyes closed and darkness found her, vivid scenes that seemed like yesterday’s events brushed past Evenel’s mind.
All the moments of her life as a sharpshooter, Ryu Arang, before waking up in this novel.
‘And then, I opened my eyes in this absurd world.’
When she first opened her eyes as Evenel, bright sunlight was shining on her just like now.
(This is a time separator.)
Arang’s eyes, wrapped in the bright morning sunlight, slowly opened. She listlessly raised her body from the bed.
‘Morning again.’
Without thinking, she turned her head towards the incoming sunlight, and the sleep that remained in her eyes was startled away by the enormous terrace window that filled her sight.
“What’s going on…?”
She looked around hastily, and it wasn’t the room she had been in before she fell asleep.
“Miss Evenel, are you awake?”
Without having a chance to understand the situation, the door opened, and someone entered the room. It was a girl who looked about high school age with short brown hair.
As soon as she saw that face, Arang’s mouth moved on its own.
“Aran?”
“What? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Looking closely at the person who approached with an expression of confusion, disappointment passed through Arang’s eyes. Though they had a similar appearance and vibe, it wasn’t the person she knew.
‘Of course not. Because you, in front of my eyes, you…’
She grabbed the sheet tightly with her trembling hands and closed her eyes, struggling to calm herself.
“Miss?”
She finally opened her eyes at the calling voice and carefully observed the other person.
The first thing that caught her eye was the clothes. Garments that would be worn in the medieval West, in other words, clothing that did not match the 21st century at all.
“Who are you…”
“Why are you suddenly asking my name? I’m Lia, the maid serving you.”
“Lia?”
Although she heard it clearly, it didn’t register in Arang’s mind. Neither the title of Miss, the word serve, nor the name Lia.
And the language coming out of her mouth was a foreign language she had never heard before. What was astonishing was that she was using it without any sense of incongruity, as naturally as Korean.
‘Am I still dreaming? But it feels too real.’
The warm sunlight reflecting on her face told her that this was not a dream.
Arang got up from the bed to assess the situation. There happened to be a large fulllength mirror on one side of the room.
“Miss?”
리아 was showing unusual behavior, and the person standing in front of the mirror, Arang, was speechless looking at her own appearance.
The platinum blonde hair that hung down to her waist in a luxurious manner, the captivating red eyes that caught one’s attention at once.
Moreover, the palewhite skin that felt ghostly, the clean hands without a single callus, and the frail body line that looked like it could collapse at any moment, everything seemed unrealistic.
‘Who is this person?’
With a skeptical heart, she reached out towards the mirror, and the beautiful lady in the mirror followed, making a matched appearance with the extended hand.
It became certain. An unbelievable situation had unfolded where she woke up in this woman’s body.
“Why have you been acting like this since earlier, miss?”
‘I’m telling you, I’m not the miss.’
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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