[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?

Aleksander in a million years can tell who the person was standing there with a sword, ready to stab the other person on the floor. He can never be mistaken for that behavior and personality, and those sassy characters. 


His eyes widen, his hand form into a fist pressed between his nose and lips. He couldn't put into words the emotion he was feeling after he finally found who that lady was. 


"My lord?" Draco stares at him and back at the lady whom his master had said that he had finally found her. "You could have mistaken..." He as well stare at lady Lucien who was standing not too far away from them. Her peer group was either cheering or praising her for her actions. "You described that the mysterious lady's hair had darker than ebony like the black canvas at night, but it doesn't seem that way." 


Aleksander disagreed, "You know pretty well that I never mistook the people I see or remember." 


Chapter-170