Villainesses Have More Fun

My so-called friend straight up stole my man and had the nerve to invite me to their wedding. Like, seriously? But guess what, I got my sweet revenge and then passed out. And when I woke up, I was in the body of the villainess in some romance novel. She’s got it all – looks, money, brains – but she can’t pick a decent guy to save her life. So I say, let the prince chase after the goody two-shoes heroine and we’ll just chill with the power and cash. Sounds like a plan, right?