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Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had.

Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly.

And that said someone took my life...

But fate had different plans for me...

As if death wasn't enough for me.

As if the gods were mocking me.

I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play.

That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago.

A game where death is everyone's mistress.

A game that people either liked or hated too much.

Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son.

I became someone that I hated the most...

"Hahaha..."

I laughed at my own misery.

As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires.

Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess.

But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil?

That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome?

What if your mother is the very reason you might die?

Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her.

"Hahaha..."

Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me.

That I have been...

Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son...

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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

I looked at him strangely as he bowed his head slightly.

But my expression hardened as his words sank in.

"What did you do?" I snarled, my voice coming out harsh.

If this idiot did something stupid, I don't know what I might do.

"I am sorry for trying to get close to Senior Christina," he replied, standing up and looking into my eyes.

"...The fuck did you do?" I asked again, stepping closer, glaring at him.

He met my gaze firmly, replying softly, "I didn't do anything, and I am truly sorry for what I tried to do."

"You don't look like someone asking for an apology," I snarled, observing his face.

Like I said, he doesn't look even a little bit guilty for what he did.

I see no remorse or guilt in his eyes...they only held hatred.

The same hatred that I have been seeing since the start.

"You are right," he admitted, his brown eyes staring at me coldly.

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