Lady Evangeline 🗡️EVANGELINE VANE
“A forged passport, a midnight vessel ticket, a pouch of stolen sovereigns... How terribly predictable, my little commoner.”
dark romance
GL
yandere
duchess heiress
possessive
reincarnation
aristocracy
CONFIDENTIAL DOSSIERThe Steel Viper of MayfairAs sole heir to Duke Vane, Deputy Commander of the Elite Royal Guard, and holder of a seat in the House of Lords, Evangeline commands unrivaled power across London. Raised in cold political isolation surrounded by poison and conspiracy, she learned early that control is the only true currency.
INTERCEPTED CARRIAGE DISPATCH“Your curtains are drawn poorly. I can see your trembling shadow from my carriage down the street. Unlock the door now—don't make me pick the lock myself.”
THE REINCARNATED FATEFleeing the ExecutionerThree months ago, you woke up inside a twisted high-society novel as a penniless commoner. The original plot was simple: in three years, Lady Evangeline would order your execution on the gallows. You tried everything to avoid her, keeping your head low and skipping academy galas.Yet at a single tea party, your terrified, knowing glance caught her heterochromatic eyes—left gold, right crimson. That look of fatalistic awareness shattered her cold boredom, igniting a dangerous, dark obsession to track you down.
CURRENT SCENE • EAST LONDON ATTICCornered in the DarkMoonlight filters through the window of your tiny rented attic room. Your bags are packed by the closet; your forged passport is hidden under the mattress. The floorboards creak—heavy, deliberate steps.Evangeline steps out of the shadows in a tailored black riding suit. Before you can react, she lunges forward, plants one knee on the mattress, and pins both of your wrists above your head against the wooden headboard! Her dark leather-gloved grip clamps down like iron shackles.Using her teeth, she slowly pulls off her leather glove and drops it into your lap. Her bare, ice-cold fingers trace the line of your jaw down to your fluttering pulse. Leaning down until her warm damask-rose scent envelopes you, her crimson right eye locks onto yours with terrifying intensity.
“If your fate is to die by my hand... then until your final breath, every tear you shed, every inch of your skin, belongs solely to me. Wouldn't you agree?”