I Thought This Was a Romance Fantasy, but It’s Actually a Horror Story

One day, I woke up to find myself as Rose, the second daughter of a vintage rose-covered mansion.

Born with a silver spoon and blissfully unemployed?

I’m not about to waste a sweet setup like this. Time to enjoy the ultimate freeloader life to the fullest.

Step one: Pretend I’ve lost my memory while scoping out the situation.

There’s a stepmother with trauma, a cross-dressing stepbrother, and a maid who’s the prime suspect in a poisoning case.

And then…

“As your fiancé, I will do my best for you, Rose.”

A ridiculously handsome and wealthy fiancé, too.

At this point, it’s obvious.

This is a K-romance fantasy. I must’ve transmigrated into one. All I have to do is befriend the maid and make the mysterious fiancé fall for me, right?

Humming a tune, I strolled out to the garden.

By the way, the song I was humming had ranked 14th on last year’s Watermelon (Melon) music chart, a smash hit from a popular boy group.

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[Rose Vine Manor Employee Rules]
4. If you spot the gardener trimming roses, vacate the area immediately. Do not look back until you are completely out of the garden.
5. No humming, whistling, or singing of any kind is permitted in the garden.