The moment I was possessed by an R-19 tr*sh novel, I fell from the sky and into the arms of a mad villain, who was known as ‘The Wild Dragon of the West’ and ‘The Deranged Killer of the Desert.’ ​ Before I could even begin to understand the situation…​ “I’m your bride?” ”You fell from the sky, so you are my bride.”​ Why is this madman calling me his bride and hugging me so tightly?! Why does he keep muttering about the ‘prophecy’ being correct?​ Edwin Crawford received a prophecy that foretold he would only survive if he married a bride who fell from the sky. As a result, I was destined to live as his bride, ‘Angelina.’​ Furthermore…​ “I’m a Jueri?” ​To make matters worse, I’m a descendant of a race of fairies, who were hunted down and killed by the royal family. If I wanted to survive the royal family, I must join hands with Edwin.​ Starting today, I will live my life ‘according to the will of the villain!’​