I Assert the Black Mage's Innocence

One day, after spending my entire life as a ruthless, money-grubbing attorney, I woke up inside a romance fantasy novel as Elena Christie—a dirt-poor background extra. Desperate to escape a hell of poverty far more terrifying than the fires of damnation itself, I agreed to defend the story’s ultimate villain, Grand Duke Benedict Richard, who was on the verge of receiving the death penalty on murder charges. “Our relationship is strictly contractual—nothing more. Harbor no other expectations.” What an unnecessarily dramatic way to say there’s no performance bonus on top of my agreed retainer fee. Not that I care. It’s just a contract marriage anyway, and the second I hit the jackpot and cash out, I’m filing for an immediate divorce! …Except, why does everything keep going completely sideways?! “…It seems Elena Christie has fallen head over heels for me.”