I Stole the Trash Crown Prince’s First Night

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Read manhwa I Stole the Trash Crown Prince’s First Night / I Stole the Trash Crown Prince’s Wedding Night / 쓰레기 황태자의 첫날밤을 빼앗았다 I, Robellyn Dines, was reincarnated into the world of a satisfying revenge novel. The problem was that I’d become the villainess doomed to be destroyed by that very revenge. After having an affair with the Crown Prince, who was supposed to be the female lead’s husband, and committing countless evil deeds, her fate in the original story was to die beneath the guillotine. But there’s no way I’m going to live like that. “Fine. I’ll get rid of that useless excuse for a husband before anything even starts!” All I had to do was push the original female lead and male lead together and escape this cursed storyline for good. And I succeeded. I even managed to prevent the moment that originally caused the female lead and Crown Prince Ian to fall in love. But… ‘Why the hell is this man sleeping next to me?’ By accident, I ended up spending the night with the Crown Prince himself. At this rate, things are no different from the original story! Panicking, I fled the scene immediately. After all, Ian was infamous for being a playboy. I’m sure he’ll forget a one-night mistake soon enough. — “You’re the one.” “The woman who slept with me and ran away.” The moment I noticed Ian’s hand blocking the door, I realized something had gone terribly wrong. “N- no, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else—” “Really?” At my desperate denial, Ian only curled his lips into a dangerous smile. With slow, unhurried movements, he began undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. “Then shall we confirm it?” “C- confirm what exactly?” “Whether or not you’re the woman from that night. If we reenact it, you’ll remember soon enough.” With those words, the final button of his shirt came undone.