She read the book. She died crossing the street. She woke up as the villainess.
Carlena had a policy about crushes: she didn't have them. Then a boy handed her a Regency romance novel, she read it in one reckless, sleepless night - and stepped off a curb thinking about a fictional duke instead of the traffic light.
She wakes up nineteen years old, in someone else's body, in the exact novel she just finished. Her name is Carla Fairweather. Her family is genteel and broke. And according to the book, she's not the heroine - she's the villainess. Jealous. Bitter. Doomed to ruin herself over the man the story was always going to give to someone else.
Carla has other plans.
She's not interested in becoming a footnote. She fixes the household ledger, terrifies the local peerage with unsolicited opinions about drainage, and flatly refuses to glide across a ballroom like a woman who's forgotten gravity applies to her. Which is precisely how she catches the attention of Duke Ellioth Winchester - thirty-one, insufferably composed, and the one man in the story who was never supposed to look at her twice.
He's supposed to fall in love with the heroine. Carla's supposed to hate her, gossip about her, and vanish from the narrative by chapter thirty.
Nobody told the Duke. Nobody told Carla, either.
The Villainess Walks Like a Storm is a witty, tender Regency isekai romantic comedy about rewriting the ending you were handed - one broken teacup, one climbed gate, and one badly-structured marriage proposal at a time.