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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?

I couldn't rest, so I just looked around the place and tried to see what I could do. Most people are busy doing something, and I don't want to interrupt their work, so I decided to figure things out on my own.

There's nothing to worry about. Brother Pascal told me that this campsite is a few meters away from the infected area, it is where the infected patients are staying. It prevents the volunteers and doctors from being infected with the disease.

I look at the ladies who are busy cooking dishes. It's probably for the meal for lunch. I also see ladies doing laundry. It's perhaps blankets and the clothes of the Doctors.

Most Doctors doesn't have enough time to do their laundry because of their busy schedule, so the volunteers are the one who does their laundry.

I look at the entrance of the campsite and frown when I see a carriage moving towards the campsite direction. The guards who are circling around the campsite immediately stop the carriage.

: The Infected Region (2)