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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 look at Louisa, who is currently busy painting. She asked me to paint with her today, and since I didn't have anything to do, I said yes. Also, I feel happy interacting with her. When I am with her, I always forget Csille's horrible future.

We're on our second week of isolation, and everything is going okay. The three of us, Louisa, Gisbert, and I, don't show any symptoms of Tuberculosis which is a good sign. We just need to do another test to check if we don't really have tuberculosis.

"What is it, Louisa? Is there something wrong?"

Louisa put down her brush and looked at me. "Dame Csille, what is it feel like to fall in love with someone?"

I frowned when I heard her question? She's just seven years old. Why would she ask me that kind of question? I know that in this world, they usually marry in their teenage years. But to hear a seven years old child asking questions about love still bewildered me.

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