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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

As the wind continued to blow, we slowly started to walk again. William was holding the reins of the horse who was still looking weak.

"There is a stream nearby." we both said at the same time as we heard the sound of water falling from the distance. We both walked a bit hurriedly towards the stream.

"Wait here, I shall check for any threat before we both can go there." he said, holding my hand and I chuckled.

"Are you forgetting that I am the knight here, your highness. Or are you taking me as a weak and needy woman." he shook his head and let my hand go.

"I only take you as a stubborn bird who did not listen to me at all." Although he was saying that, his steps still fastened and his grip on the daggers tightened as he started to walk in front of me, completely covering me from the expected danger.

When we walked, there was only a flock of deer which ran away looking at the human with weapons.

In the Dark Passage