"What do you mean my husbands are coming here?"
The unfamiliar nurse's words struck me like a lightning bolt.
Husbands? My family? Legal husbands?!
I stared at him, my mind spinning. This can't be right!
I've been single since the day I was born—so when, exactly, did I get married?
What is happening here?
A flood of questions swirled in my head. I distinctly remembered standing not long ago.
Surely, I had survived yet another fainting episode in my dull, white hospital room, as I always did. Or so I thought.
Because now, here I was, fully conscious—and hearing someone's unfamiliar voice.
I wasn't dead… was I? My heart pounded violently at the thought, each beat echoing louder and louder in my ears.
Even my breaths—shallow, weak, but steady—felt more pronounced, grounding me in the moment.
But this place… This room was different—luxurious, elegant, and so extravagantly decorated it seemed fit for royalty.
It was nothing like the plain, sterile hospital room where I had spent every single day of my life.
Where am I?
The handsome nurse, with soft features and neatly styled black hair, busied himself opening the curtains of the French windows, letting the warm sunlight flood the room.
In response to my confused question, he let out a small chuckle.
"Lady Eve, your husbands are obligated to come here and care for you. Leaving a precious female like you alone in the hospital is considered a serious offense. For a noble lady such as yourself, it's even graver than ordinary—negligence of this kind could be punished under noble law. Especially since you're already married." The nurse turned toward me, his gentle blue eyes meeting mine with a friendly, comforting expression.
He walked closer, he knelt by my bedside and reached for my hand, clasping it gently.
The strength and warmth of his touch startled me—it felt so much like the perfect hands I had seen in online manhwa.
Feeling flustered, I quickly pulled my hand away.
It was, after all, the first time I had ever held hands with someone of the opposite sex.
Having spent my entire life confined to hospitals, I had never attended school, made friends, or met any males besides my father and Doctor Matthew. My days were filled with visits from female nurses, my aunt, and the fictional characters I devoured in the novels on my tablet.
Perhaps sensing my discomfort, the nurse's expression softened. His blue eyes held a hint of guilt as he lowered his voice, speaking more slowly and gently.
"Please forgive my rudeness Lady Eve. I deserve punishment for invading your personal space and will accept any reprimand you see fit."
Punishment!?
"Please... don't do this again." I muttered, my voice nearly trembling. His actions had surprised me, and his sincerity baffled me. I wasn't even angry about the touch—just a bit bewildered.
But before I could dwell further on our interaction, a sudden, intense pain exploded in my head.
Memories—foreign and unfamiliar—came flooding in. I clutched my chest, gasping for breath.
Through the haze of pain, I heard the male nurse's anxious voice calling for help.
Moments later, I was left alone in the room.
The memories of the original body's owner crashed over me like harsh waves breaking against the shore.
I was no longer just ordinary Eve from Earth, the sickly young woman of the 21st century.
Instead, I had woken up in the body of Eve Moonstone—the evil villainess from the popular romance novel Pampering Me to Heaven.
Eve Moonstone, 20 years old, was the only daughter of the prestigious Moonstone Duchess House, a noble family from the continent of Hertenkei. Born into the kind of privilege that everyone dreams of, she was spoiled and pampered, growing up to become exceptionally cruel, with only herself in mind.
Many readers online described her as the very definition of a villainess.
"This character is the worst—so irritating!"
"Absolutely trash!"
"A shameless woman who dared to steal our baby's lovers!"
This… I've become that villainess, and the world I'm in now is a fictional one—a creation born from the pages of someone else's book!
Is this even real? Pinching my face to test if I was dreaming hurt more than I could have imagined, and it made me shed tears uncontrollably. I couldn't stop them, the warm tears just kept flowing until the pain gradually faded after several minutes.
What kind of tender body is this?
My original body wasn't like this—so weak, so tender, so fragile, like soft buns.
Upon recalling the setting of this world, I think I understand now.
The current era mirrored Earth's modern century, complete with advanced technology. Yet it diverged drastically in its societal norms, particularly in gender dynamics.
The global male-to-female ratio was an astonishing 5:1. For centuries, female births had been alarmingly rare, rendering women a cherished and highly protected class in society due to their innate fragility and delicacy.
A unified global government had even established the Females Protection Organization Rights to enforce strict regulations safeguarding the well-being of females.
Marriage laws reflected this imbalance in ways that seemed absurd to me, an alien soul who comes from Earth.
Females here were permitted to marry multiple men—up to ten main husbands, along with countless concubines, servants, and even casual boyfriends.
Who in their right mind would want that many partners?
Isn't it exhausting to deal with so many relationships at once?
But in this world, where females were rare and treasured, such arrangements were normalized and not closely scrutinized. Females here were treated as the ultimate prize, their existence monitored and valued above all else.
The original Eve Moonstone, a native female of this world, had embraced this lifestyle with unmatched enthusiasm.
According to the recent memories in my mind, I think she already had nine legal husbands, ten concubines, fifteen male servants, and twenty boyfriends—all officially recognized by the government, each with a red stamp of approval.
9-10-15-20...
Just recalling those numbers was enough to make my head dizzy.
Now that I am in her body, I have to face the fact that I already have countless relationships with many men?
Perhaps others would be delighted to have so many lovers at their fingertips, but for me, this is far from okay.
How can I face these legal relationships with my virgin heart?
Moreover, the original Eve Moonstone's relationships with these men were far from okay—far from the happy, harmonious married life one might imagine.
After all, her behavior had been so cruel and manipulative that it earned her the label of 'evil villainess' in the eyes of readers.
Resentment. Death. This is the ending that awaits her.