Hera_Cordelia

She is the poison but tasty. No wonder these five men are dying to drink that tasty poison.

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Asteria, the famous business woman who died in her early age. She reborn into a shy girl's body who lacked confidence and scared of people, Mara Athena. She recognized that name well because it was a side character of a romance novel who died in early age. Asteria had read that novel once but disliked it. However, she reborn as the side character of her disliked novel.

"I need to get rich and healthy.." 

Asteria lived as Mara Athena for months and created strong bonds with perilous men. After living as Mara Athena, she started dreaming about the Fifth Princess who died in her lover's hands. The dreams repeated as she began to question herself for feeling familiar with the dreams. In the end, Asteria found out that there was a world which was waiting for her to return. 

Will she return to that world and take a revenge on everyone who made her suffer?

(English is not my first language so there will be errors in my books. I apologize for those)

Being Loved By Devils

A frown displayed across the young woman's face upon the sight of the owl gripping onto the frame of her revealing window. Time was around one in the morning. Yet, there was a messenger waiting for her patiently. Thoughts built up. A shot of uncomfortable feeling passed through the heart of the Fifth Princess.

"Could it be Zeke?" A murmur escaped between her lips. Yearning echoed in her voice along with the curiosity buried inside. Without thinking twice, Asteria quickly walked towards the bird. Obtaining the paper from its legs. She then unfolded it in hurry. Feeling concerned to receive a message right before plans.

"What..." As expected, the letter truly was from the King of Zayeania, Ezekial Clyde. He wrote her about the situations he was facing at the moment. And the letter was written in blood instead of ink which worried the young woman more. The paper screamed nothing else but the fear of losing war and full regrets.

The bitter truth