Noob6_writer9

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

Irrespective of their class we represented, we seated together within the auditorium filled with first-year students.

The place was buzzing with the sounds of students murmuring and talking among themselves.

And with the hundreds of students, I sat at the very end of the auditorium, looking at the lovey-dovey couple sitting in the seat in front of me, holding hands while bickering.

"Tch, they are doing it everywhere."

Aimar, who sat beside me, grumbled, glaring at them.

"Jealous bitch," I replied, glancing at him.

He pressed his lips together but stayed silent, his eyes drifting to Miley, who sat in the front row with a group of noble girls.

"You should've sat with her," I commented, watching him.

"It's fine," he replied, unwrapping a candy. "It's not like she'd notice me anyway."

"Good to see you've accepted that," I shrugged, turning my attention forward as Oliver shifted closer.

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