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Seraphina Vaelcrest was never meant to live. In every life, she dies—branded as the villainess, betrayed by those she tries to love, and executed for crimes she never committed.

Whether she begs, reforms, or runs—fate always finds her.

But on her fifth death, something changes. A strange golden mark glows beneath her skin, and for the first time in all her lives... she feels the flow of time bend around her.

A power she shouldn't have.
A power thought impossible.
Time magic.

Now, Seraphina no longer begs for survival. She plans for revenge. Cold, methodical, and detached, the girl once known for her desperate pleas becomes a shadow cloaked in patience and foresight.

The crown prince who betrayed her? The noble houses who watched her fall? The family who used her as a pawn?

This time, she won't die quietly.

Because the world gave her a cheat code—and time is finally on her side.

Cheat Code Villainess

Among the murmurs, gasps, and stunned silence that followed Seraphina's bold declaration, one person wasn't the least bit shocked.

Zephriel Virelios—infamous villain of the original game and master of forbidden dark magic—stood silently at the edge of the ballroom, sipping wine like it were merely a play he had paid to watch. His crimson eyes gleamed with curiosity as he watched the pieces fall out of place, only to be reset by the girl who defied fate.

Then, casually, he walked into the aftermath of the chaos.

His presence was imposing. People parted as if instinctively afraid of him, yet none dared to speak. He approached Seraphina with a slow, deliberate pace, stopping just close enough for the tension to be felt.

He bowed slightly, lips curled into the faintest smirk.

Then, without another word, he held out a black envelope, sealed with a wax sigil shaped like a crescent moon pierced by a thorn.

"I would love to speak with you, Lady Seraphina," he said smoothly. "My estate is always open to guests with such… rare talents."

Eyes turned again, now toward her and Zephriel. Some whispered. Some stared. The villain himself, inviting her?

Seraphina took the envelope, her expression unreadable. But behind her composed face, she knew this was the start of something far more dangerous than she had imagined.

Seraphina took the envelope without a hint of hesitation, her gaze calm yet calculating.

She looked up at him, lips curving into a slight smile.

"Why do I need to come, Lord Zephriel?" she asked, her tone polite, but laced with a sharpness that dared him to play games.

Zephriel's smirk deepened, clearly amused.

"Because unlike the fools in this room," he said, eyes briefly flicking toward the stunned Crown Prince and Liliana, "I see the real you."

He leaned in just slightly, enough so that only she could hear the next part.

"And I think you and I could be… very useful to each other."

He stepped back with a courteous nod, turned on his heel, and walked away like he hadn't just dropped a bomb in the ballroom.

The murmurs returned in full force. First the broken engagement, now a conversation with the feared Lord of the Virelios household?

But Seraphina didn't look shaken. She held the invitation gently in her gloved hand, the corners of her lips curling just slightly as she turned to leave the ballroom.

6)The Villain's Invitation