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

"What can I say! I am a genius when it comes to fencing. I can copy steps of my competitor just by looking at them" she replied proudly with a smirk but i know that she was lying. She was lying all this time.

Her eyes were filled with fear when she was fighting. But then it suddenly turned cold and filled with bloodlust. She had enmity with the man she had fought with, but yet she talks to him so sweetly.

I did not know why, but when she was fighting. I wanted to move and hug her and tell her that everything would be fine. That she was not alone. She made me remember the time when I had felt the same, when my mother had died from the cruel hands of the lady I used to call mother too. While my father just stayed there like a spectator!

He did not even move to stop his wife or looked at my mother twice, as if she was nothing to him. Ha! That lady gave him her life, her innocence and a son yet he did not spare a tear on her death!

The loneliness in her eyes