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

"Why…" I couldn't continue my words. I did not know what to say at all. It was as if his words had taken me off guard. There was so much pain in his voice that it did not seem to be the crown prince I knew from the past two lives but a lover who was betrayed in love and a man who had suffered a lot alone.

He was in a messy state. His dishevelled golden hair was plastered to his dirty, scratched face, his clothes were stained with mud. He was messed up. Yet he was looking his best to me, his eyes had something I couldn't quite understand why it felt like his image was overlapping with a young boy whom I have seen for a long time.

"Every why does not have an answer little bird. Some questions need to be buried with time. Come, we should go now. This place is not safe." he said as he held me in his arms.

I shall be the one to use it