Chapter 1 - Her First World

It never occurred to Ingrid that her life would end in the hands of her lover's mistress. The pain she felt in her ċhėst was excruciating yet it didn't hold a candle to the agony she bore in her aching heart brought by her fiance's betrayal.

She could still remember the metallic taste of blood that had flooded her mouth after a sharp object was plunged deep into her heart in those last few minutes. It was definitely a dead end. And yet why, why is she still alive, staring at the pink ceiling above her?

Her heart was beating furiously and a few droplets of cold sweat ran on her forehead. Both of her hands keep shaking. Regardless of how many deep breath she takes, the horror of dying was something that couldn't be shaken off easily.

She let her eyes roam around.

As far as she knew, her room was never this girly. The whole room was painted and decorated in different hues of pink. She likes the colour, but too much of it made her eyes sting.

Suddenly she heard footsteps coming towards her room and within moments there was a light knock on her door. She watched how an unfamiliar elderly woman made her way towards her.

"Young lady, it's time to get up. We already prepared the bath the way you prefer it."

Your young lady who?

Ingrid was confused but she didn't let it show on her face. She took a deep breath then sneakily wiped the condensed sweat on her forehead. She's afraid that the elderly would figure out that anything was amiss.

After placing the tray that contained her food down on the table, the elderly woman took her leave silently.

Ingrid stared at the tray resting on her bedside table for a long time. No matter how much she dwelled over the matter, everything just won't make any sense.

However, it didn't take long before her questions were answered.

In an originally still room, the sound of a childlike voice appearing out of nowhere was really distinct.

Something: "Hello Host! I am your guide, number 1002!"

Anyone who heard something like this would be creeped out. That's why although she was still feeling lethargic at the moment, she was able to jump out of the bed in no time. Then she gripped the comforter on her hold tightly.

Ingrid's eyes landed on the small figure in the form of a ball that floats in front of her. When she took a step back, that something followed along too.

Proclaimed 1002: "Omo! Are you scared? Don't be! I won't do anything to you haha"

Ingrid's left brow quirked up. If something like this showed up, who won't get threatened? Ah. However, she let her guard down. Probably the question regarding this newly attained life would be answered by this little thing.

"What's going on here? Can you tell me...why am I still alive?"

1002: "Of course I can! I am called a guide for a reason you know."

It happily hopped into the air, which made Ingrid a bit dizzy. What a high-spirited one.

1002: "As for the answer to your question, yes, you are indeed dead, your mortal body that is. But congratulations! You were chosen to take part in making 'the worlds' in order!"

Ingrid felt her nerves loosen so she took a seat on the bed.

"Please elaborate."

1002: "It's like this, every host has a mission they need to accomplish to maintain the order of a certain world. In every world, there is a couple who is the center of it. And it's your mission, to break this very couple apart!"

Ingrid, who had her own fair share of romance novel knew that those who try to break the Leads apart was just asking for a quick death.

"Is this a joke? Are you suggesting to always get myself tortured and killed?"

1002: "Of course not! If it's other else, yes it will be suicidal for them. But if it's you, the one chosen by 'the one' itself, I know that you can accomplish it without any significant damage to you. I have deep faith in you my host!"

And then Ingrid heard a series of giggles.

Ingrid can feel her head throb. She had no other choice but to believe what this little one was spouting.

Although, it sounded really ridiculous.

"And so, can you explain my situation right now?"

In a flash, a large amount of information raced into her head. It took her a long time to absorb it all. It was the memories of the original owner, however, a part of it was missing.

1002: "One more thing."

Ingrid rubbed her forehead. She was still feeling overwhelmed by the sudden invasion. Feeling annoyed that it came without warning, she spat, "What."

1002 floated back a bit from her aggression. Then he continued,

1002: "You've definitely noticed, but currently, you're occupying someone else's body. In order not to disrupt the natural law of this world, please refrain yourself from going out of character (OOC), at least in front of others. Or else, once someone's suspicion of your 'identity' reached a hundred percent, you will receive a corresponding penalty that might lead to failure."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Ingrid doesn't find it difficult to act on this body's character since her personality was not that complex. Though a bit spoiled, the original owner's personality was a lively teenager who likes to play cute and haughty.

Afterwards, Ingrid heard another knock on the door. Then followed by a deep baritone voice that seemed familiar and at the same time not.

"Dana, are you not ready yet? I'm going to leave now."

At first, she didn't reacted. Who is Dana anyway? But after realizing that it was the name of the body she's occupying, she stuttered, "W-wait! I'm coming!"

At the other side of the door, stood the Male Lead of this world who was currently very much in love with his childhood sweetheart. And her mission this time, was to seduce this very man who was her step brother, Rembrandt Ambrose.