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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 up at the starry sky and stretch my arms. It's already seven in the evening, and I just finished working. I had a lot of work to do, that's why I decided to work overtime today.

"Good evening, Dame Csille. Did you finish your work today? Isn't it late?" The guard immediately greets me the moment I step out of the Foundation. He then looks around. "It looks like your carriage is not here today. Do you want me to hire a carriage for you?"

I look around too, and true to his words, our carriage is nowhere to be found. I frown. Our coachman usually waits for me until my work ends, so how come he isn't here? Did something happen today?

I was about to respond to him when someone spoke behind us. I look back and find a guard. The guard doesn't look familiar to me, and even the family insignia on his chest isn't familiar to me.

: Jealousy (1)