Sorry, Your Uncle's Hotter
Jodie Walsh finds herself transmigrated into a romance novel as the ex-wife who got screwed over. The original character spent five years in an arranged marriage with a CEO tyrant, giving him everything—money, property, her whole heart—only to end up with her family destroyed and herself behind bars. And it gets worse. Her parents, best friend, childhood friends, and basically everyone connected to her was just cannon fodder in the story.
Well, time for Jodie to roll up her sleeves and rewrite this mess.
Mr. Hotshot CEO? She's going to see how mighty he is after bankruptcy.
The pure, innocent female lead? Honey, let's add some darkness to that light.
Her parents jumping to their deaths? Not in her version. They'll be doing the disco on her ex-mother-in-law's grave instead.
Her bestie killed by her abusive husband? Hmm... such a "wonderful" husband. Let's save him for the female lead's bestie.
Her broke aristocratic childhood friends? Here, one business opportunity each, and boom, instant CEOs, easy peasy.
And the supposed villain? With that face and those abs? No one's going to object to him being the male protagonist.
What's that? You're asking what makes her so badass? Jodie beckons to the mafia boss. "Babe, you tell them."
"Simple." Mafia boss grins. "She's the boss lady."
