[Outwardly timid, secretly unhinged FL × savage beast ML whose edges get sanded off]
Nora Whitmore transmigrates into the famously useless supporting female, and—without knowing life from death—flirts with every male lead in sight.
When the scandal breaks, the MLs unite to condemn her; she’s publicly dumped and marched straight to her scripted death ending.
Except… every man she flirted with suddenly gains the ability to hear her thoughts.
Nora Whitmore, sobbing her heart out, begs Male Lead 1: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed her—it’s all my fault!”
Male Lead 1 sneers: “You think you’re worthy to mention her?”
[Stop smiling, bro. Don’t you know your nose looks like it’s sliding off when you grin?]
[Can’t breathe—no wonder the FL banned you from smiling at others. Who could keep a straight face? Hahaha.]
Male Lead 1: ???
Male Lead 2 humiliates her in public: “Strip one piece, I’ll give you ten grand.”
Crushed by power, tears streaming, Nora Whitmore trembles and flings two socks at him.
[Come on, pay up—twenty grand first.]
[Your long-lost baby brother is at my house. If you’re short on cash, I’ll slice your hemorrhoids and feed them to him.]
Male Lead 2: ……
In the end, Male Lead 3—who should have delivered the killing blow—doesn’t lift a finger. Nora Whitmore is bewildered.
Only when her fiancé, the so-called “Underground Tyrant” who rules the shadows, arrives does she finally exhale.
The man looks down at her, voice low and magnetic yet merciless: “Any last words?”
[Let me see the goods.]
[Come on, just a peek at your chest.]
Man: “……”
What the hell was that sound?
Each of these proud sons of heaven harbors a secret: in the darkest days of their helpless childhood, a girl like a blazing sun scattered all their shadows.
When they grew up, they vowed to lay the world at her feet—only to realize they’d mistaken the person all along.
