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Aeliana Faelith is a Elven princess, battle-harden mage that is in a losing duel with hands of Lucian Valtheris—the Demon Lord and the man she once loved. But just before death claims her, He confesses her love—and takes his own life for her. In regret and pain, Aeliana screams for a second chance to save her beloved and restart their destined fate.

The screen turns white, The Do-Over System grants her plea, She is then thrown back to the past, armed with her recent memories—of betrayal and heartbreak. Her mission is crystal clear: Stop Lucian before he becomes the monster she once faced.

With multiple attempts on different timelines, The Do-Over System makes her choose one and that will be her final attempt and the Do-Over System will self-destruct permanently leaving her in the current timeline. She chooses a timeline out of 10 in which, she discovers she and Lucian had a child but Lucian is in a deep coma with amnesia and doesn’t know who she is—

Will Aeliana be able to choose the ‘right’ timeline or doomed to save everyone? Is the child really theirs or a miracle honed to build peace between two opposing worlds then again—What is the price for falling for the Villain?


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The Do-Over System:My Beloved is the Villain!

As Lucian rode back to his castle, the cool evening air carried with it an unmistakable metallic tang—the scent of blood. His heightened senses sharpened immediately, and he pulled on the reins, bringing his black steed to an abrupt halt. His crimson eyes scanned the forested path ahead, narrowing as the faint sound of clashing metal reached his ears. Someone was fighting—and it was close.

"Great," Lucian muttered to himself, his voice low and filled with irritation. "The last thing I need right now is a battle on my doorstep."

Without hesitation, he urged his horse forward, galloping toward the source of the commotion. As he drew nearer, the sounds grew louder—the clash of steel against steel, the occasional grunt of effort, and the ominous hum of magic cutting through the air. Whoever was fighting wasn't holding back.

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