For my Heroine: I'll Teach the duke how to love

There was one thought every avid reader secretly carried in their heart. If only reality was a little less boring. After all, who wouldn’t want to be whisked away into the world of their favorite story?To become the main character.To witness magic, romance, destiny— —or at the very least slap a few emotionally constipated male leads. Unfortunately, reality was usually disappointing. At least for everyone except Siera Vale. At twenty-five, she was one of the youngest self-made billionaires in the world. Not born from generational wealth, but from monstrous talent and an almost frightening obsession with success. An orphan who turned her crumbling orphanage into a global foundation.A genius who studied stocks before puberty and treated business negotiations like casual small talk.A woman who could destroy companies before breakfast and donate millions before dinner. Siera loved her reality. …Mostly. Because there was one thing she loved far more. A webtoon. Not just any webtoon. House of Azure. A romance tragedy so devastating it had ruined her emotional stability for three consecutive years. And at the center of it all was her goddess. The heroine. Pure. Kind. Radiant. A woman so perfect Siera had once commissioned a twelve-foot portrait of her and built an actual shrine in her penthouse. Normal behavior, obviously. But House of Azure had one unforgivable flaw. The male lead. The Duke of Azure. A beautiful, emotionally dysfunctional disaster of a man who somehow managed to turn true love into a slow-moving funeral procession. Misunderstandings.Emotional repression.Noble pride.Refusal to communicate for more than three business days at a time. And in the end? The heroine died. Siera never recovered. She wrote essays.Threatened the author online.Bought limited-edition merchandise out of spite. Then one day— perhaps because the universe was bored… —or perhaps because an ancient demon found her suffering entertaining— Siera opened her eyes inside the very novel she worshipped. Not as the heroine. Not as a saint. But as the villainess. The obsessive fiancée of the crown prince.The woman destined to torment her beloved heroine.The woman fated to help destroy House Azure. Silence filled the room. Then Siera smiled. Slowly. Dangerously. Because if fate insisted on giving her a role— then she would simply rewrite the script. The heroine would live happily ever after. And if that required emotionally rehabilitating the Duke of Azure through psychological warfare, aggressive intervention, and several near-death threats— then so be it. After all… someone had to quality-assure this man before marriage.