Rostallion

Carmen Wade thought she had it all—a perfect job, a loyal best friend, and a husband she adored. Everything was perfect! But her world shatters the night she discovers her husband's ultimate betrayal with her best friend, Millie. Fearing Carmen will expose their affair, the two decide to kill her, forcing her into an oncoming truck. She bleeds to death. But when Carmen opens her eyes, she’s no longer in her own world.

She’s been reborn as Lady Daphne Vasquez—The infamous villainess from her favorite fantasy novel, destined to meet a brutal end in the hands of her fiancé. Determined to change her fate, Carmen (now Daphne) shocks the kingdom by first calling off her engagement with Lord Michael Ruiz, who bears an uncanny resemblance to her treacherous husband, Cody Wade. Her actions draw the attention of King Rafe Crowe, a powerful ruler from a neighboring land who becomes suspicious of Daphne’s sudden transformation. 

As Carmen navigates a world of greedy nobles and magic, she must use her knowledge of the story’s end to outsmart those who would see her fall, including her former fiancé and the heroine of the novel—who eerily mirrors Millie. But her greatest challenge may be resisting the charm of King Rafe, whose keen eyes seem to see right through her facade and changing the narrative of the story she once knew it’s end. 

In a world where allies and enemies blend together, Carmen’s second chance at life becomes a high-stakes game of survival, vengeance, unexpected romance and avoiding a dark prophecy. 


The Revenge of the Reincarnated Villainess

The carriage rolled to a smooth halt in front of Valeria’s finest boutique, its golden crest shimmering under the hot, afternoon sun. A guard swiftly dismounted and approached the carriage, his polished black boots clicking against the cobblestone street. He extended a hand, bowing deeply as he reached for the door. 


As he opened it, the entire street seemed to pause. Conversations quieted, footsteps faltered as all eyes turned towards the carriage which had just stopped. Everyone recognized who that particular carriage belonged to. It was no news. Heads turned as whispers rippled through the crowd like a stone thrown into a still pond. 


“Look, everyone! It’s Lady Daphne!” another gasped, pointing discreetly. 


“What is she doing here?” another asked. 


“I bet that poor shopkeeper is in trouble,” another scoffed. 


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