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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?

Father looks at his majesty for a couple of seconds before he bows his head. "I apologize, your majesty. I know it's not good to think like that about a member of the Astalieu family, but you know how important my daughter is to me. I agree with this engagement because I think so highly of Prince Fraser. However, with what happened to my daughter, I don—"

My eyes widened when I realized what my Father was about to say. I abruptly stand up and put my hands on the table. I winced a little when I felt the pain in my wounded hand.

"No! Father, I thought you already agree with me?" Father didn't respond to me and avoided my eyes.

His majesty looks at me and my hands, that is now bleeding. I probably put too much force on it.

"Csille, what do you mean? Agree with what? And are you okay? Your wounds are bleeding. Do you want me to call a Doctor for you?"

: Her Sacrifices