Charlotte Kim was in her room, as usual, a small cramped space lit only by a flashlight since her parents couldn’t pay the electricity bill. She was engrossed in her favorite manhua comics, “The Perfect Modern Fairytale.” It was a modern Cinderella story with a hint of gore, where the villains met tragic ends. This kind of story fascinated Charlotte, providing an escape from her troubled life and transporting her to another world.

Sighing, Charlotte muttered to herself, “If only I could jump through the screen and enter this world… How perfect would that be… If only I could be Serena Sutherland… born into wealth... Sure, she suffered for a little while, but then she gets married to a handsome alpha… If only I had my own Cato to save me… hmmp.”

“If there is an ABO system in this world, would I be an Alpha? Hmm… Omega? I guess I’ll just be a Beta, a normal one…” she pondered aloud.

The manhua she was reading featured an ABO system: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. In addition to the two genders, people were also divided into these three attributes.

Alphas were dominant individuals with strong leadership qualities, assertiveness, and often physical strength. They typically held positions of power in society and were known for their protective instincts, drawn to omega individuals due to their pheromones.

Omegas were submissive individuals who emitted pheromones that attracted alphas. They were nurturing, empathetic, and often had a calming presence, serving as caregivers in society and playing a crucial role in reproduction.

Betas fell between alphas and omegas in terms of dominance and submission. They lacked the strong pheromones of alphas or omegas and often constituted the majority of the population in the omegaverse, holding various roles in society.

After finishing the last chapter, Charlotte put her phone down, shedding tears not out of pity for the female villain’s ending, but because she felt the villain deserved a slow and painful death at the hands of the heroine. It was tears of joy.

As the dark night enveloped Charlotte, she was abruptly awakened.

“Miss Vanderbilt, wake up, ma’am. You have to get ready for school,” a maid's voice pierced through the darkness.

Sunlight flooded Charlotte’s face as the curtain was drawn open.

Charlotte squinted, trying to comprehend her surroundings.

“Is it time for school already? But who would open my curtain? Mom doesn’t care about me and never wakes me up.”

She got up and looked around.

She saw three strange ladies in maid uniforms around her. Two were standing on her bedside, smiling, while the other, who looked a little older, stood near the window holding the curtain.

She looked around some more and noticed that she wasn’t in her room at all. Her small room, where only a single bed could fit, had strangely turned into a luxury presidential suite... or so it seemed. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? Please, Lord, don’t wake me up,” she said, smiling like an idiot.

This girl actually thinks she’s dreaming.

“Miss… you look extra happy today? And you’re thinking about a dream? Did you dream of a new way to torture that Serena Sutherland?” the lady in Maid Uniform 1 asked.

Ehh? Huh?

Did she just say Serena Sutherland?

Charlotte’s eyes went from this ^.^ to this 0.0 real quick.

“H-huh? W-what did you say? Can you say that name again?” Charlotte said, confused.

“Huh? Serena Sutherland, Miss… you like it when she’s suffering, right?” the maid replied, laughing.

But it rang in Charlotte’s ears.

The hell she likes it when Serena is suffering. Serena is more like an idol or role model to her. How many times she wanted to kill Charlie, the female villain, to avenge Serena.

She suddenly remembered the ending of the manhua she’s reading… and she smiled again... Hehe, serves you right, Charlie Vanderbilt. You deserve a slow painful death, you evil .

“But Miss Vanderbilt… you have to get ready now. Or you’ll be late for your first day in school,” the Senior maid asked Charlotte politely.

“Okay…. wh-whaaaaatt?! Hold on… wait a minute… let me think.” Charlotte’s face was full of confusion.

She slapped her face multiple times to see if this was a dream. Her slaps were getting more painful, and her cheeks were burning red now. But no matter how hard the slap was, she still wasn't waking up from the dream.

The maids looked at her dumbfounded, wondering why the young miss was slapping herself.

“M-miss, your face…. Why are you doing that?” the Senior maid asked with concern.

But Charlotte didn’t mind the question and asked another question.

“Excuse me, but what did you just call me?” Charlotte asked.

“M-miss Vanderbilt?” The maid hesitantly answered.

“O-ohhh right.. I’m Charlie Vanderbilt… r-right? The heiress to the Santech Group?” she asked hesitantly.