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

"Abigail Essendon!!" The loud voice shook me and even William stiffened with the ferocity of the voice. I did not need to see in my father's eyes to know how infuriated he was!

Before I could move away from his arms, he came closer and pulled me away with so much strength as if he would tear us apart no matter what it needed. His grip on my hands was tight enough to leave marks later but that was not the concern of any of us now. His eyes and the blazing anger in them and the pain William was going through, was tearing my soul.

"Father" he raised his hand high up in the air before I could say anything.

He looked at me with those sharp eyes and I could see anger and disappointment in his eyes. He had one last look at the body that had been shredded into pieces and then at William, who was standing there still, as if he had lost his soul too.

Forget About Me