When the Villain Thought I Loved Him

I transmigrated as the novel's most hated villainess—a walking disaster with enemies everywhere and a death sentence hanging over my head. My first move? Steal the terrifying villain's mount and beat up his subordinates. Everyone predicted my gruesome end within three days. Instead, I somehow survived, clung to the most dangerous man alive, and rocketed to the top. But when his crimson eyes lock onto me with obsessive intensity, I realize I've made a fatal miscalculation. "Leaving me?" he whispers, blade gleaming. Me, sobbing: "Never! Only when mountains crumble will we part!" ...Could you may…