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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!

Skye's smirk deepened as he stepped aside, revealing a slender figure that had been silently perched on a ledge above them. Lyssira, his prized assassin, descended gracefully, her movements fluid like water. She was clad in a sleek black outfit that seemed to absorb the light, with sharp daggers glinting at her hips and a piercing gaze that seemed to cut through the very air. Her silver hair fell in loose waves, framing a face as cold and calculating as the weapons she wielded.

"I believe you've yet to be properly introduced," Skye said, his tone dripping with mock formality as Lyssira strode forward. "This is Lyssira—my blade in the shadows, the one who ensures loose ends are… permanently tied."

Selinthra's crimson lips curled into a small, knowing smile, her confidence unwavering as she locked eyes with the assassin. "Yes, I know of her. Lyssira of the Silver Veil. Your reputation precedes you."

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