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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 frown and continue to sleep. My whole body aches, and I just want to rest.

I sat up straight when I realized who is the owner of the voice.

I remember now, Prince Fraser and I are both trapped in this hole. I look at Prince Fraser and sigh in relief when I see that he looks better now, unlike last night.

I frown. Okay? Shouldn't I be the one asking that question? I looked at myself and found that my abdomen was bleeding. The bandage on my wounds probably loosened up while I was sleeping.

"I'm okay. I'll just change my bandage later." I look at him. "I should be the one asking you that question. Are you okay, your highness? Does your wounds still hurting? Do you still have a fever?"

I try to put my hand on his forehead, but I change my mind. It's different when Prince Fraser is awake. I don't want him to think that I am taking advantage of his sickness.

: Accident (3)