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

"I think they did not like the show, Abi. We have messed up everything this time." I frowned as I looked down. I was sure that the beats were perfect and I had coordinated well with her. Though I have not played piano in a long while, it was something I have done for years. How could I be weak in it?

Even the dancers were looking at each other awkwardly. They were anxious too. I wish there could be something like mike available here.

"What a good performance." I mumbled and started clapping. The other performers looked at me awkwardly when I signaled them to clap too, but they heeded and clapped with me.

Finally as if the spell was broken, or they felt embarrassed that we were the only one clapping, others started clapping too. A roar of cheers filled the room and I took a breath of relief. At least, it was not awkward anymore.

The War Of Wits!