Kadiyam_Akanksha

The world had never been kind to her. An orphan from birth, she had no family to call her own, no siblings to share her burdens. Raised in a strict orphanage, she learned early that life was a constant struggle.

Now, as an overworked office employee, nothing had changed. Long hours, little pay, and endless responsibilities left her exhausted every day. Her only escape was the fantasy novel Loving My Lady—a story about nobility, romance, and a world far removed from her own reality.

One fateful night, overwhelmed by exhaustion and frustration, she drank more than she should have. The city lights blurred, the road was unsteady, and then—darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in her old world.

She had been reincarnated into Loving My Lady.

But where? And as whom?

Born to be Villainess but i can change my fate

The long-awaited day had finally arrived—Rosalena's debut ball.

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the grand mansion as her maids rushed into her room, excitement filling the air.

"Lady Rosalena, wake up! It's your debut day!" one of them called softly, shaking her gently.

Still in a deep slumber, Rosalena groggily opened her eyes, blinking away the drowsiness.

Her maids, brimming with enthusiasm, wasted no time. They guided her to a luxurious bath, the scent of fresh roses filling the air. Warm water washed away any lingering sleepiness, leaving her refreshed.

Afterward, they dressed her carefully, slipping the gown over her shoulders.

The moment she stood before the mirror, Rosalena gasped.

The dress was nothing short of breathtaking—a black gown adorned with glistening crystals that shimmered like stars against the night sky. The intricate embroidery caught the candlelight, making her look almost ethereal.

Her hair was styled to perfection, and her makeup enhanced her delicate features. Her eyes sparkled like rare gemstones, her soft lips tinted with a subtle, rosy hue.

Her gaze fell to her bare neck.

Realizing what she needed, Rosalena stepped toward her drawer and pulled out the small box her father had given her.

The moment she opened it, light bounced off the exquisite necklace inside.

Gasps echoed in the room as her maids' eyes widened in awe.

"It's so beautiful, Lady Rosalena!" one whispered in admiration.

"This necklace suits you perfectly," another added, nearly breathless.

Rosalena carefully clasped the necklace around her neck, its radiance complementing her dress flawlessly.

She turned to her maids with a soft smile.

The maids exchanged glances, eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Lady Rosalena, you are the most beautiful woman in the world tonight," one said sincerely.

"At the ball, no one will be able to take their eyes off you," another added.

Rosalena chuckled at their enthusiasm, her heart warming at their kind words.

Before leaving her room, she gently kissed the mysterious egg sitting on her dresser, whispering, "I'll be back soon."

With that, she gracefully stepped toward the door.