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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?

After the lunch break slash heart to heart talk with Rufus, we both go our separate ways. He still have works he needs to attend, while I still have documents I need to work on.

It was already two in the afternoon when I returned to the Foundation, so I immediately worked the moment I arrived. I need to finish half of the second week's documents today, or else my work will just continue to pile up.

I can't stay late tonight because I don't want to make my parents worry again. I'll just have to work double for today.

I stretch my arms and start working. I work and work until I feel my body feel sore from sitting for longer hours.

I look at the pile of documents on my table and sigh. I feel tired just by looking at it.

"When will I finish all of you?" I groan and slump my head on the vacant space on my table.

: Reconciliation