authortinnnnn

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?


Please support it with collections, This is an Cupid's Quill entry piece!!!

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

Lucian turned sharply toward the butler, his dark brows furrowing in concern. "Who is it?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with authority.

"I—I'm not sure, my lord," the butler wheezed, leaning on the doorframe to catch his breath. "But the carriage bears no identifiable crest. They are armed and approaching quickly."

Lucian exchanged a glance with Aeliana and Kael, both of whom were immediately alert. "Kael, go to the gates and assess the situation," Lucian ordered. "Aeliana, stay inside and prepare in case things go south."

"No," Aeliana said firmly, stepping forward. "If this is trouble, I want to be by your side."

Lucian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding reluctantly. "Fine, but stay behind me. Kael, move!"

Kael grumbled but quickly downed his tea, grabbing his weapon on the way out. "I'm on it, Dark Lord," he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm as he jogged toward the gates.

Eryndor, The Hero