[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed]


Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. 


With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. 


Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. 


Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. 

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"Do you hate me that much?" 

As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. 


"More than enough to kill you right now." 

The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. 

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The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home. 




P.S:-
English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ 

Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

Who is the Villain?

"Don't presume that I would be agreeing with your statement, you've just killed an innocent boy who is no more breathing. The physician nor the magician could heal him." The rage was still in his tone even though the pitch got lowered. 


"If that's the issue, give me the boy. I, regardless of that, I want him." Lucien doesn't seem to bother with the fact of what the host was trying to say. "He is my hunt and my prize." 


"I would dare not hand it over to you. He is valuable to me." The host fought back almost about to leap upon her and strangle her to death. 


"Valuable? A mere worker is valuable for a noble man like you?" Lucien repeated in a confused but in a little suspicious tone. She raises her hand above as though she was grabbing her chin. "You don't mean to say you are still going to keep him beside you at night to keep your bed warm?" 


Chapter -67