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

"We are not done yet, little bird." I jerked her hand and pulled her back towards me. She frowned and was about to fight, but turned silent looking at my face.

"So, what does this kiss mean?" I asked , looking at her face intensely.

"You are the one who started that!" she retorted and I fumed. 'Just because a man will start advancing towards her, would she reciprocate with that intensity!'

That thought was boiling my blood! I could not believe that she just said so. My grip on her hand involuntarily tightened.

"So it means that whenever I start it, you will reciprocate it?" my voice was colder and she shivered in my arms. I knew that I was losing and I needed to hold on to my emotions but.. I was just losing it.

"I did not mean that. Your highness, you are hurting me." she replied as she looked at her arms that were in my hold tightly.

As if her words were like cold water dousing my emotions, I let her go.

Swollen face