Summary
I possessed a character in the novel I’d been writing for nearly a year. About a wicked woman destined to die a horrible death within two years time. “Is this the price I have to pay for making my readers suffer?” And as for the male lead, he’s stuck rolling over and over like a hoop. For the welfare of my work, the poor male lead, and my own survival, I got a job at the mansion as a maid. But now… “Lady Laria is the best after all. I want you to be the madam of the Blackwell Archduchy.” “Laria is the best!” “Laria, aren’t you like my mother?” The entire archduchy household likes me. Even the Archduke himself. He performs all sorts of things… “The Lady and I are engaged.” We are? Since when? “My children and I need Lady Sherwood. I have no intention of letting her go.” What’s wrong with everyone all of a sudden? I’ve ended up just working for the welfare of the male lead.