I Am the Owner of That Romance Novel Heroine’s Body

Plot

I had my body stolen by the heroine who possessed me in a romance novel.

“Magic? Spirit arts? And she’s even beautiful… How is this me?”

Give it back! That’s my body!

“If she got possessed, it means the original owner was already dead. Typical trope.”

I never died.

“Florence, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your pretty body—so 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, you’d be rotting in a filthy prison by now.”

Please, if it means you’ll vanish, I don’t 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.

That’s not me! I screamed until my throat burned, but no one heard me.

What you have isn’t love. You’re 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.