In the Midst of Revenge on Cinderella (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1
“You want to become my maid?”
He was staring at me with a sneer.
Kahilrn, who had been watching me with a lazy slouch and his chin propped crookedly in his hand, gave a short laugh. I squeezed my eyes shut at his mischievous expression—he clearly already knew my true reason for coming here.
Damn it. I never imagined this bastard was the First Prince.
“Fine.”
Startled by the crisp acceptance, I opened my eyes just as Kahilrn rose from his chair. With long strides, he circled around the desk and crossed the room toward me. His approach felt ominous, and a sinking feeling told me I’d made a grave mistake. Should I run now? As I glanced back and quietly stepped backward,
“You walked here on your own two feet—surely you’re not thinking of running away now?”
Before I knew it, Kahilrn stood right in front of me, his long fingers gripping my chin. His eyes conveyed a quiet pressure: if that’s what you’re thinking, you’d better just give up quietly.
‘Why did it have to be this lunatic!’
Of all the men in the world, this madman had to be the First Prince.
He watched my flustered gaze wander helplessly, then lifted the corner of his strikingly handsome mouth into a smirk.
“Go ahead—tempt me as much as you like.”
Leaning down until his face was inches from mine, Kahilrn narrowed his eyes playfully.
“I’m more than willing to fall for it.”
[This is the timeline separator]“Oh! The shoe fits perfectly!”
The servants gasped in awe. The prince, gazing down at the dazzlingly radiant golden-haired girl as if entranced, beamed with love.
“At last, I’ve found you. I searched the entire empire just to meet you.”
As the prince extended his hand, the girl shyly bit her lip, her cheeks flushed pink. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his—and beneath the hem of her worn dress, a transparent glass slipper cradled her small, pale foot.
Sunlight streaming through the window bathed the newly fated lovers in a warm glow, as if blessing their union.
And I stood just a step back, watching the scene with a dizzying sense of dread. Judging by years of honed intuition, the girl’s name must be—
“Cinderella—that scheming little wretch, look at her putting on such an act!”
Hearing the middle-aged woman tremble with rage, biting her handkerchief between her teeth, I knew for certain. Ah, so I really have been reincarnated into this story. Damn it all.
[This is the timeline separator]I never thought the common romance-novel trope—”I woke up thinking I was dead, only to find myself reincarnated as the protagonist!”—would actually happen to me.
Since everyone kept calling me Reneola Violet, it was clear this was the novel based on the fairy tale that ended with “And Cinderella lived happily ever after.” Following the original tale faithfully, this story featured a pitiful girl named Floria, bullied by her stepmother and stepsisters, who eventually married the prince.
The problem was that the fairy tale it drew from happened to be a particularly cruel one.
“In the end, Floria, now the princess, sent doves to peck out her sisters’ eyes”—and one of those “sisters” was none other than me, Reneola Violet.
“I am so utterly screwed.”
Of all the rotten luck—to get reincarnated right at the moment when getting my eyes pecked out by doves was practically guaranteed! If only I’d arrived a little earlier, I could’ve either won Cinderella’s heart or run away—anything but this.
“No, wait—if I thought I was dead but am clearly alive now…”
I forced myself to steady my breathing. I should be grateful for this miracle—surviving a head-on collision with a truck and all. Stay positive. After all, you become what you believe yourself to be.
“The whole point of reincarnation novels is how they diverge from the original plot.”
Surely it won’t just follow the predictable original storyline? My very presence here is proof that the plot has already changed!
I nodded to myself, recalling Cinderella. Her golden hair seemed to glow, her skin was as white as jade, her eyes as clear and blue as the pristine sea, and her cheeks were sweetly flushed. Her lips were pink like a perfectly ripe peach.
No matter how I looked at her, she was the textbook image of a kind-hearted heroine. I believed in that gently smiling face!
“My lady, the Heitz Trading Company has notified us they’re terminating all business dealings.”
“My lady, the bank is demanding immediate repayment of our promissory notes.”
“There’s still no letter today from House Randle.”
“The ship dispatched to Paleton has been seized locally on suspicion of illegal trade.”
“Due to delayed wages, the servants are resigning one after another…”
“I’m sorry, madam, but I too must return to my hometown now…”
To hell with belief.
Cinderella had moved far too quickly. The once-prestigious House Violet collapsed almost overnight. Cancellations and repayment demands flooded in from every direction, and every noble house slammed their doors shut when we sought help—leaving us utterly powerless.
After dismissing all the servants and selling even their last stronghold—their mansion—the Violets were banished to a remote countryside village. Surveying the decrepit, spiderweb-covered house, Elia finally broke down in tears. Her sobs echoed even louder in the empty space.
“How am I supposed to live in a place like this!”
Watching their daughter throw down her suitcase and wail openly like a child, the Count and Countess wore grim, sorrowful expressions.
“If only I’d married off earlier—who would even consider marrying me now!”
Having clearly abandoned all noble decorum, Elia slumped onto the floor, burying her face in her knees. Seeing her regret the days when she’d arrogantly picked and rejected suitors, I bit back the urge to say what I really thought: Right now, your biggest worry shouldn’t be marriage—it should be those pathetic tears streaming from your eyes.
‘Exactly—I told you to run away sooner.’
From the moment the Heitz Trading Company first announced they’d cut ties, I’d had a bad feeling. Sure enough, despite all our hopes, Cinderella followed the original route precisely. I’d insisted we salvage whatever assets remained and flee the country, but the Count was far too optimistic.
He kept saying everything would be fine if we just held on a little longer—only to end up buried under a mountain of debt.
I looked around the shabby house, a far cry from our former estate. While the Count, Countess, and Elia were utterly disgusted, I actually thought it wasn’t so bad.
‘There’s only one reason she’s being so generous.’
“Cinderella—there she goes again, pretending to be kind!”
The Countess stamped her foot in fury, the sharp click of her heel echoing through the room.
“That gloomy girl has always been like this! She’s mastered the art of manipulating people with that pitiful face of hers. I’ve fallen for it more times than I can count!”
The Countess had good reason to grind her teeth. Cinderella—or rather, Floria—was anything but the kind, gentle girl she pretended to be. Though the Countess and her daughters were hardly saints themselves, Floria was different in nature.
If the Countess and her daughters were roaring flames, Floria was a still, silent swamp.
The day she arrived with the glass slipper, the prince immediately sensed how cruelly her family had treated her. Disregarding protocol, he took her to the palace even before their wedding and began his relentless revenge on her behalf.
As a result, rumors spread far and wide that House Violet was being punished by the prince for mistreating Floria, who was soon to become his bride.
But behind it all stood Floria herself. She meticulously manipulated others from the safety of a saintly facade to achieve exactly what she wanted—that was the real Floria Violet.
Even this house, seemingly a generous gesture from Cinderella, was merely a calculated move to maintain her image as kind and benevolent.
‘Even if it’s based on a cruel fairy tale, why does this romance heroine have such a twisted personality?’
No wonder readers kept complaining she was too minor-character-like or that her personality felt off.
Back when I was just a reader, I’d found this unique, sociopathic heroine refreshingly intriguing… But now that I’m actually living it, I realize how unpredictable life truly is.
Anyway, with my fate now reduced to having my eyes pecked out by doves, I had no choice left. Until now, I’d felt sorry for my family—they weren’t entirely irredeemable villains—and kept meddling out of pity. But no more. The Count clearly still believed there was hope. Well, if that’s the case, I’ll just have to save myself.
‘I’m leaving tonight!’
Just in case, I’d already secretly set aside some assets. I’d settle somewhere new, assume a fresh identity, and live a life completely unrelated to the original plot. My bags were already packed—perfect timing to escape. Anything was better than the dove-ending.
As I steeled my resolve, listening to the Countess angrily complaining that Floria could’ve given them a better house instead of showing off with this dump, someone knocked on the door.
*Knock, knock.*
“Is anyone in?”
The unfamiliar voice echoing through the empty house felt strangely ominous.
“Just a moment…”
Before I could stop him, the Count flung the door open. Outside stood figures clearly dressed in royal attire.
Introducing themselves as envoys from the Second Prince’s palace, the servant gave the Count a perfunctory bow, then turned to look for me.
“Are you Lady Reneola Violet?”
“Yes… What is it?”
Pushed forward awkwardly by the Countess and Elia, I stepped forward—and the servant, scanning me without the slightest change in expression, delivered a merciless sentence.
“By order of Her Royal Highness Princess Floria, Lady Reneola Violet is to enter the royal palace as a lady-in-waiting.”
Damn it all.
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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Shes smart. I love her for this.yeah dont care about the ruin reputation
Girlboss. YEAH LETS GO PLAYING VILLAINESS UNTIL THE END!
Shes really got caught by the demon king. Good luck for the grim future