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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 am not, your highness. How can I do that? I don't have any rights. What I am trying to say is, please don't apologize to me if you don't mean it. It's really offending. Don't I really deserve a genuine apology?"

Prince Fraser looks at me for a couple of seconds before he shakes his head. "If you want a genuine apology, you should learn how to be genuine first." He then walked past me after he said those words.

I look at his back and smile bitterly at myself. I couldn't believe him. In the end, he still put the blame on me.

Prince Fraser, do you hate me this much?

I look at the documents around my office, and I sigh. After the successful transfer of villagers to their temporary shelter yesterday, I immediately went back to the capital. And now I am burying myself with all these documents I need to finish this morning.

: Apology (2)