
I Am the Owner of That Romance Novel Heroineâs Body
ê·ž ëĄí ìŹìŁŒì ëȘž ìŁŒìžì ëë€Plot Summary
I had my body stolen by the heroine who possessed me in a romance novel.
"Magic? Spirit arts? And sheâs even beautiful⊠How is this me?" Give it back! Thatâs my body! "If she got possessed, it means the original owner was already dead. Typical trope." I never died. "Florence, donât worry. Iâll take good care of your pretty bodyâso rest in peace." Disappear. Give me back my body. "Seems like you had a crush on your fiancé⊠Should I fulfill that love for you as thanks?" How? By stealing my body? My life? "If it were you, youâd be rotting in a filthy prison by now." Please, if it means youâll vanish, I donât care if my body dies with you. "Stupid, pitiful Florence. You should be thanking me."
The family that once despised me now smiled warmly at her. The fiancé who used to look at me like I was trash whispered sweet words of love to her.
Thatâs not me! I screamed until my throat burned, but no one heard me. What you have isnât love. Youâre just a thief.
"Florence, my one and only flower. I love you."
All I could do was watch the sickening spectacle unfold. Trapped where no one could hear my voice.
Then one day⊠I took my body back.