I opened my eyes painfully. But a strange sensation took over my whole body. It was weird, I clearly got stabbed in the stomach, but I couldn't feel any pain. Instead, my whole body was shivering as if I had a mere fever? I looked around and my eyes widened. It sure didn’t look like a hospital room, but it was definitely not my home either. It was way too fancy, it looked like those manhwa princess bedrooms. The walls and ceiling were decorated with gold, with a huge chandelier brightening the whole room. There were two big windows on each side of the huge balcony that were covered in see-through red curtains. There was also a red carpet covering about half the room surperperficy, with a table in the center alongside with three fancy chairs. The bed I was lying in was also enormous, I could literally fit four versions of myself in it and it would still be comfortable. 

Sitting up in the bed, I looked around for my phone. I should at least call my mother and tell her that I am fine. So I got up despite the evident headache and started to explore the room a bit more. But I stopped dead in my steps when I faced a mirror wall I hadn’t noticed earlier. I nearly fainted looking at the reflection it showed. A smaller body than my original but still a little chubby, long fluffy hair that went down my thighs, cold and mysterious purple eyes. It was definitely not me. So did I actually die for real back then? My knees suddenly became weak and I fell on the floor in a loud thud. For a second, I thought about the fanfiction I was reading before I died. The reflection I was seeing in the mirror fitted perfectly with the description of the villainess in the fanfiction. A nervous laugh escaped my lips. 

“No way…” I muttered, shaking my head. “That might be just a coincidence.” I reassured myself. 

I was then startled when the door opened out of nowhere. A tall maid (way taller than me) ran to me and hugged me tightly. She was really beautiful though. Tall and generous body, with long legs and curly ginger hair that were probably as long as mine. I was brought back to reality when she spoke. 

“My lady… Do you know how frightened we were?” She sobbed. “Why did you throw yourself in the Ice Lake? Do you like Sire Astaroth that much?”

Her words came to me like a bomb. Tears began to run down my cheeks as I realized it was not a coincidence. There were too many coincidences. My appearance, the fact that I had thrown myself in the Ice Lake and the male lead’s name… I really became Donella Diarmata. The stupid villainess who dies by the hands of the shitty male lead after tormenting the nameless female lead. I DON’T WANT TO DIE AGAIN !!!!!  

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Three days have passed since I became Donella. I actually spent those three days crying and lamenting on my fate. But seriously, no matter how much I think about it, does that even make sense ? Usually in Isekai novels and manhwas you possess either the female lead or supporting characters… Why did I have to be the villainess? Not to mention I’ve read a lot of webnovels and manhwas that were way better than this, but I came in the shitty fanfiction that my friend forced me to read?

I sighed as I looked at the rose garden from my bedroom balcony. If I had known that I would end up like this, I wouldn't have worked so hard in life. But seriously, should I just keep lamenting about my fate and not do anything ? There’s no way I would allow this. I am used to fight back, I won’t die stupidly like the original vilainess of this novel. 

Suddenly gaining motivation, I called a maid and asked her to buy me a new journal. But something felt off. In the fanfiction, Donella was the Grand Duke’s fiancee but no one ever came to ask me how I was ever since I woke up. I guess Donella really felt lonely and maybe she hung onto the hope of marrying that man to escape loneliness. And seeing her man stolen away by the nameless female lead, she lost her mind. I used to think Donella was really stupid but now I guess she was just pitiful. Why would you throw away your life for a shitty man like him..? Maybe the answer to get back to my world is to show Donella she can be happy without the Grand Duke !

Once I got the journal, I wrote everything I could remember about the fanfiction. First about the background of each character I could remember : I, Donella Diarmata, am the only daughter of the Duke Diarmata and was highly respected as the Grand Duke Astaroth’s fiance before the arrival of Y/N in this world. After she transmigrated in this world, the Grand Duke took care of her and eventually fell in love with her gentle and fluffy personality. After being neglected by my fiance for months, I started to torment the weak female lead until my own demise. After my death, they became happy ever after and got beautiful kids, and no one ever remembered the villainess who caused the destruction of both herself and her prestigious family. 

I sighed heavily. There is no way I’ll follow this path and die again. I’m young and rich, who needs a bastard fiance who can’t even stay faithful. I shall start the first step of my survival plan. 

“Swann?” I called. My personal maid, the first person I saw when I woke up, ran to me as soon as I called for her. “Send a letter to the Grand Duke Astaroth. Write that I need to talk to him urgently. And that if he refuses to see me, I will talk directly with my father. That should convince him to meet me. But if he still refuses, tell him I’ll go meet his lover myself. ”

As soon as I gave the order, she nodded and went to do her task. I will deal with that bastard myself.