My childhood friend, the one I trusted most, is now carrying my fiancé’s child. The meek pushover I used to be is gone. I will have my revenge. There’s just one problem: I am a certified, capital-P Pushover, utterly ordinary and clueless about how to begin. Enter Pippi, a magical AI chick, with a radical proposal. To learn true villainy, I must study under the best. She sends me to become secretary to the empire’s most feared tyrant, Duke Croitz. My mission is simple: observe his every move and learn to crush my enemies. The Duke is a masterclass in malice. "Are your heads merely decorative?" he sneers at his cowering subordinates. "They are too ugly even for that. Line up, all of you who erred today. Oxygen is wasted on you. Hold your breath until I say otherwise." I take meticulous notes and support him with unwavering, enthusiastic praise. "Another masterful display, Your Grace! Truly brilliant!" "It is an honor to witness your methods. I wish to serve you forever!" My plan seems perfect. I am learning from a true expert, and my flattery keeps me in his good graces. But perhaps I laid it on a little too thick. "I accept your feelings," the Duke declares one day, his cheeks tinged with an uncharacteristic blush. "You watch me constantly, record my every word... you must be deeply in love. Very well. Let us marry." What?! Somehow, in my quest to become a villain, I’ve accidentally triggered the ultimate romantic misunderstanding with the most dangerous man in the empire.