I Transmigrated into a Female Novel as the Villainess’s Husband

I woke up in a luxury mansion with a phone full of strange contacts, a wallet fat with black cards, and a butler calling me “Sir.”

…Okay, either I won the lottery or I got kidnapped.



Turns out, neither.

I transmigrated into a female romance novel.

Worse? I’m the overworking CEO husband of the story’s most hated villainess.



She’s cold. Ruthless. The kind of woman who ruins lives with a smile and sleeps soundly after.

Her favorite hobby? Ignoring me.

Her past? She had a crush on the original male lead.

Me? Just the guy she married for status… and might destroy for convenience.



I don’t know why I’m here.

I don’t want to play this role.

But if I’m stuck in this story—at least let me read the script first!