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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 was immediately welcomed by Brother Pascal the moment I stepped out of the carriage. "Csille? You are here?" He then looks at the carriage and frowns. "Don't tell me you came here alone? Even though the distance between the capital and here is short, you should have brought guards with you. You're a Lauretré and the future Queen of the Vrawyth Kingdom. There's a lot of people who want to harm you." Brother Pascal shakes his head. "Why you haven't told me you are coming here? I should have fetched you from the capital. Does Aunt and Uncle know about this?"

I smile widely at Brother Pascal and clings to his arms. "Brother, it's been days since we saw each other, and the first time you will do is scold me?" I pouted.

Brother Pascal flicks my forehead. "Don't use that to me, Csille." He frowns. "What are you doing here? You didn't even bring any guards with you."

: Another argument