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"You know, Vervain, for someone tasked with ending my life, you're awfully persistent about keeping me alive."

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"This is ridiculous! Unacceptable! What is this place?! Where's my editor, my deadline, my COFFEE?!" Belladonna's roar echoed through the chambers of the castle, but it came out as a small squeak. She flung her arm out to gesture wildly, only to wince as a pang of pain ran through the unfamiliar delicate body she's in. She could only grip her unruly hair that is as purple as an aubergine. Frustration was plastered on her face, then turned into a sigh- feeling hopeless. "What on earth is wrong with this body?"

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Belladonna craves three things, the bitter burn of perfect coffee, manuscripts, and her deadlines. Why deadlines? She likes the feeling of pressure, it's what she lives for. But a reckless dash across a street throws her into a world with none of the above. No deadlines, no manuscripts, and definitely no coffee that lives up to her standards.

Worse, she's woken up in a frail body as Princess Wisteria and is stuck with her irritatingly conceited knight, Vervain. Not until she found out how Vervain panned to kill her that night when she got transmigrated into Wisteria's body.

Belladonna refuses to play by the script and would defy all the conflicts inside the novel. Will they succumb to the roles assigned to them or rewrite their fates?

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special thanks to xxsoteria for this masterpiece!!!!
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