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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?

On Pax Dea's second day in the Vrawyth Kingdom, Brother Pascal didn't let me accompany them. So, I was left alone in the Lauretré residence. While Pax Dea and Brother Pascal tour around the Vrawyth Kingdom.

Mother and Father are still busy with their duties. So, I just spend my day overthinking. Thinking about what will I do with the book I got from the ruins. Thinking about the thing Aaline told me and thinking about the future.

My head is already hurting, but it still won't stop overthinking.

I groan. "When will you stop thinking? Like, come on? Don't you know the word break? I just want to enjoy the peaceful day before the storm."

My eyes wander on the calendar hanging on the wall. I frowned when I realized something was amiss.

Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something important today?

: Prince Fraser’s Visit