Chapter 1

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels.

Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name.

The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system.

Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

But my brother?

He cared about nothing but work.

No romance, no distractions.

It didn’t matter what tricks Nancy used—he rejected her every single time.

So in the original ending, she never completed the mission. She was forced to stay in this world and live out her “happy” life here.

“Sigh…”

That was the twentieth time I had sighed today.

Nancy never slept, day or night. Something about her body being engineered differently.

But I was her roommate, which meant I was the one suffering for it.

Across the dining table, my brother Travis finally frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“The beds in the dorm are terrible. Can I move back home, please? Just for a while?”

His brows pulled tighter.

I could see how conflicted and unwilling he was.

I didn’t blame him.

When I arrived in this world, I inherited the original Jennie’s memories.

She had been adopted from an orphanage by Travis’s parents, but they died in a car accident soon after, leaving only the two of them.

And the original Jennie had developed… inappropriate feelings for Travis.

She had tried to seduce him several times.

She even tried drugging him once.

After that, Travis sent her away to live at school and kept his distance, only providing money when necessary.

So I widened my eyes, trying to look as innocent and pitiful as possible.

I even raised three fingers to swear, “Please, Travis? I was just dumb and impulsive before. I promise I won’t go anywhere near your bedroom or your study. Not even a step!”

He still seemed unsure, so I added quickly, “And I already like someone else now!”

Travis stared at me for a few seconds.

His eyes were dark, as if he were weighing the truth of my words.

Finally, he let out a quiet “Alright.”

I nearly cheered.

No more suffering from Nancy’s sleepless nights.

We lived in a small, somewhat run-down house far from campus.

Travis was still in the early phase of starting his company, so money was tight.

Because the house was far from the university and there were no bus stops nearby, he drove me to school every morning. College classes were scattered, so I usually went home alone in the afternoons.

Now that I wasn’t sharing a dorm with Nancy and since we weren’t even in the same major, she had no idea Travis was my brother. I didn’t run into her at school at all.

Honestly, the world seemed full of normal people as long as she wasn’t around.

My plan was simple:

Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO.

Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady.

During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party.

That’s when I remembered.

In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar.

It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

There was no way I was missing a live broadcast like that.

The event was being held at the biggest bar in Brookshire.

A rich kid from our department, Peter Kingsworth, had booked the whole place.

He was one of the “three premium male leads,” of course.

I immediately texted Travis:

“Travis, I’m going out with friends tonight. Don’t wait up.”

He didn’t reply, but I didn’t think much of it.

Even though we had been living together for days, he barely paid attention to me.

As long as he knew I wasn’t dead, that was good enough for him.

After my only morning class, I went home to get ready.

I put on a hot girl mini-dress and did a deceptively innocent makeup look.

The girl in the mirror had curves in all the right places, beautiful glowy skin, and a face that could stop traffic.

When I arrived at the bar, nearly twenty people were already there.

The moment I walked in, I caught their stunned expressions one by one.

A whole group rushed to find me a seat.