Isn't Being a Wicked Woman Much Better?

Wouldn’t it be far more thrilling to embrace the life of a wicked woman? She found herself reincarnated as the infamous antagonist from a poorly received novel, notorious for her cruel deeds. Yet her natural disposition made it nearly impossible to embody such malice convincingly. That struggle, however, was short-lived. With a sly grin, she declared, “I’ll adjust your gown to match your preferences immediately!” The transformation had begun—no longer bound by expectations, she would rewrite her story with cunning flair. Those who underestimated her would soon regret their assumptions. The so-called villainess had awakened, and she intended to play the role on her own terms. Society would soon learn that true power lies not in blind cruelty, but in calculated charm. Every gesture, every word became a carefully crafted performance. The game was hers to control, and she would ensure everyone remembered her name—not as a mere antagonist, but as the architect of her own destiny.