Dirty Heart

“Courtney, remember this. Until the day you die, your heart belongs to me and only me. Got it?”

Haerin, a collector of 19+ romance fantasy novels, only ever wished for one thing even in the moment she died: to delete the “purchase list” in her reader.
She possessed the body of Courtney, an extra maid who offers up her heart to the male lead and dies in the very novel that first introduced her to romance fantasy.

“I love you, Courtney.”

Lionel, the male lead, keeps whispering words of love to Courtney, but all of it is a lie.
Born with a weak heart, he can only go on living by receiving a transplanted heart from someone else,
and the owner of the heart that suits him best is none other than Courtney Balkan.

So if she wants to avoid a meaningless death, she should leave his side at once….

“Let’s break up here.”
“Ugh, gh…! Courtney… don’t go.”

He’s definitely trash and a vicious organ thief,
but he’s also the very embodiment of that sickly male lead trope she used to love.

‘Ah, sickly male leads really are the best.’

[Preview]

“Courtney. Do you… not love me anymore?”

Suddenly changing the subject, he clung to her with a desperate expression.
His flawless features twisted with sorrow made him look exactly like a gumiho. A monster that slowly gnaws away at human organs.

“Not even a damn womanizer. What the hell.”

Maybe it was because, in her past life, she had been just as weak to good looks as Courtney.
Even knowing Lionel was a devil-possessed bastard, her heart kept softening, so she hurried to draw the line.

“No. I don’t love you anymore, my lord.”

Lionel’s face turned pale in an instant. It had already been pale to begin with, but now it looked almost translucent.

“Ah.”

With a small groan that slipped from his lips, a drop of red blood trickled down from the tip of his nose.
It looked like a drop of paint falling onto a canvas as white as snow.

“Young Duke! Your nose is bleeding!”

Courtney shot to her feet in surprise. Just like the last time she’d found him collapsed in the washroom, her body reacted before her mind.

“J-just stay still!”

Flustered, she untied her apron, pressed it under Lionel’s nose, and hurried to stop the bleeding.

“Lean your head forward. It’ll be bad if it runs down into your airway.”

Watching Courtney flail in a panic, Lionel’s lips slowly curved into a faint arc.

“Courtney.”

His large hand closed gently around her wrist. Then, like a cat softly purring, he rubbed his face lightly against the back of her hand.

“When you say you don’t love me, that was a lie after all, wasn’t it?”