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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?

"Lady Csille, drink some tea first. We put some herbal on it that is good for wounds." Father Cimon push the teacup towards me.

I bow my head at him and gladly accept the teacup. I definitely need something to calm myself.

I couldn't help but blame myself for everything that was happening. I feel worst. I feel like I really become the villainess of the story.

Many people suffered and died because of the infectious disease. And the infectious disease exists because of me because of my careless decision to write it.

If I only knew that this would happen in real life, I would never dare write it.

I blink my eye and look at Rufus. "I'm sorry, did you say something? I just remembered something."

Rufus frowns. He then put the back of his hand on my forehead. "Are you okay? Why don't you rest first?"

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