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Ysavel, an aspiring writer, wakes up one day inside the world of her own novel. She thought it's those typical transmigration story she have read. However, she was shock when she discovers that she's been cast as the villainess in her own story.


   "DON'T TELL ME I BECOME THE VILLAINESS OF MY OWN STORY?!"

  Shocked and dismayed, she realizes that the only way to return to the real world is to live out her role in the story. Initially, she accepts this fate, but things take an unexpected turn when the characters start deviating from the script.

   "I don't want another Queen. Youare the only one I want as my Queen, Csille." Prince Fraser whispered. 

   The male lead, who was expected to be annoyed by her constant pestering, instead becomes affectionate and attached to her.

  "It's inevitable, Lady Lauretré. You will still be the Queen, so I don't see any harm in what I said. Besides, I doubt the King or even the Crown Prince would be willing to change their minds about your engagement."

  The female lead, who was supposed to separate the male lead from her, begins to play matchmaker between the male lead and the villainess.

  What should she do? She couldn't get back to the real world if she didn't finished the story as the villainess. But how can she finished it if the two leads are not following the script? Help!!!




Still under revision but once done updates will be posted daily at 12pm ( GMT +8 ). 

Also, please check my other novel, Dimensions Apart. It’s a lighter novel compared to this one.

Credits to the rightful owner of the picture I used for the cover.

Why Did I Become the Villainess?

It's afternoon now, and I am just staring at the ceiling of my room. I cannot go down and mingle with others because they are with Prince Fraser. So, I have no other choice but to lock myself inside my room.

I just spend my whole morning training in the Etiquette room, and after the conversation I had with Princess Paislee, I immediately went back to the residence.

The rest followed me an hour after. They are now talking on the first floor while I am here, staring at my ceiling. I sigh. I miss talking to them. When was the last time I have interacted with all of them? It's been days now.

I get up and look at my door. They have been talking for a couple of minutes now, and no one even asks me if I would like to join their meeting. I know there is something important that happened. They won't stop their training for nothing. But what could that important thing be?

: Countermeasure