XimenoideX

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. 

Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. 

Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 

'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...'

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 • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure 

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TAGS: 
#R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter...
(Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^)
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This is an original Story ^^


Author: XimenoideX

You Think I Won't Talk?

The tea was served by his hand and I felt bothered the more it sank in my head how things suddenly turned from seductive…

... To this dreary silence that doesn't even let me enjoy the honeyed tea he gentlemanly served for us.

'It's awkward to say anything… although I can't even do that without my post-it notes.' — I told Marianne as I brought the teacup to our selfish mouth that, if it's food, it will move annoyingly well.

'Right… maybe I'm exaggerating. It hasn't been even five minutes of silence. I'm sure it's just me being paranoid around this hunk–'

"Is the tea to the Lady's liking?"

Forcing me out of the ponder, I nodded energetically… A bit too much, though. Since my mute condition felt stronger at the lack of words.

"... I suppose we do need the Lady's stack to converse further."

Chapter 320