nishidurani

Abigail Essendson, the prideful daughter of George Essendson, Duke of the Forchestire Empire, had everything, money, respect, a strong image in high society, and loving and caring parents.
But she made a mistake, she accepted the proposal for marriage by the archduke, Gerard Wiltshire, cousin of the crown prince.
The man wanted nothing but money to strengthen his power so that he could attack the crown prince, which eventually he did and took over the empire.
And that was the fall of Abigail’s family too, who was loyal to the crown. Her whole family was killed in the massacre. Her brother sacrificed his life to save hers. 
She blamed herself for everything as she was the one who chose Gerard over the crown prince. She trained hard, as a strong knight she was. She tried to kill Gerard by herself, but alas, she wasn't that strong to handle his whole army.
"Even if you will ever be reborn, you will never be able to defeat me. You and your family will die from my hands." Gerard laughed as she was taking her last breaths.
"I will. I will come back later to take revenge and will snatch everything back from you." These were her last words when she died.
But not like the books she read, she did not go back in time. Instead, she was born again in the 21st century as a doctor, but the guilt never left her alone. One day, as she tried to save a little girl, she got hit by a truck and was transmigrated back to her previous life as Abigail.
At last, God finally listened to her pleas. After she woke up, she was back in her previous life when she was 16. Would she be able to fulfill her wish this time?

Villainess Becomes The Knight

The grip of his hands tightened on my hands and no matter how much I tried, I could not seem to get rid of it.

His eyes were looking at me with some anger that I could not understand what happened.

I thought we had a conversation like good friends then where did this anger come from.

"Why are you doing this to me? Behaving as if you know me since ages? And why do you care if I get success or not?" His tone and words did not sit well with me as he was looking visibly angry.

"Since we are working together, We should be friends. What was so wrong with that?" I retorted back with the same anger he was showing me.

"Really? Then tell me, why are you so stressed? Why do you keep pushing yourself so much? I have seen you practicing like crazies in the middle of the night or in the early morning even when your father had not started practicing.

Matter of trust