The moment I was possessed by an R-19 tr*sh novel, I fell from the sky and into the arms of a mad villain, who was known as ‘The Wild Dragon of the West’ and ‘The Deranged Killer of the Desert.’
Before I could even begin to understand the situation…
“I’m your bride?”
”You fell from the sky, so you are my bride.”
Why is this madman calling me his bride and hugging me so tightly?! Why does he keep muttering about the ‘prophecy’ being correct?
Edwin Crawford received a prophecy that foretold he would only survive if he married a bride who fell from the sky. As a result, I was destined to live as his bride, ‘Angelina.’
Furthermore…
“I’m a Jueri?”
To make matters worse, I’m a descendant of a race of fairies, who were hunted down and killed by the royal family. If I wanted to survive the royal family, I must join hands with Edwin.
Starting today, I will live my life ‘according to the will of the villain!’
I Fell Into the Arms Of A Mad Villain
