‘Anything beautiful belongs to me. Every last piece.’
Louisa Messena, the scandalous villainess from the ruined Duchy.
From a young age, she was surrounded by finery and immersed in the arts, raised with opulence as her norm. Even after her house crumbled, she clung to the remnants, gambling, drinking, and drowning in excess.
She chased beauty with a hunger.
And what she adored the most were men.
Charming. Striking. Irresistible men.
But that hunger for perfection would one day script her downfall, ending in her public execution.
—That’s the legacy tied to the body I now occupy.
But frankly, that tragic tale held no meaning for me.
I didn’t care about romance novels or soul possession. My world was built around one obsession.
And that was performance.
Because in my reality, only the script, the stage, the cast, and the crowd mattered.
“If kissing me is what you want, just say so, Director. That’s why you cast me as the male lead and played the heroine yourself, right?”
The ever-defiant, dangerously flirtatious actor…
“As I thought… you’re someone who could only ever love the stage. But that’s fine. Use me as you wish. I won’t resist, I’ll let you.”
And as for the fiancé who blurred love with obsession, he was never the real plot.
The story is very interesting; I love the play aspect. But I need to know who the male protagonist is to keep reading. I love one of the characters and dislike the other.