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She was the villainess everyone hated.
Arrogant. Cruel. Obsessed with the crown prince.
And in the end... executed like a traitor by the man she loved.

But fate isn't done with Seraphina Velora.

When she opens her eyes, she’s back—five years before her death.
Before the lies. Before the betrayal.
Before she became the perfect puppet in someone else’s game.

This time, she won’t chase the prince.
This time, she won’t be anyone’s pawn.
This time… she’ll rewrite the ending.

Let the nobles whisper. Let the courtiers plot.
The villainess has returned—not to beg for mercy, but to take back everything.

But as her heart starts to thaw and the cold crown prince watches her every move…
Is she changing fate, or falling into a deeper trap?

The Villainess Rewrites Fate

Seraphina screamed as Kaelith's body began to fade—bit by bit, like stardust slipping between her fingers. His weight was still in her arms, but it lessened with every heartbeat.

"No," she whispered, clutching tighter. "Stay with me. You said you remembered—"

His voice was raw, barely audible.

"And because I remember… I have to go."

She shook her head violently, tears cutting down her ash-streaked face.

"You're not leaving me again. I didn't come this far to lose you now!"

"You never lost me. You saved me. But I broke the balance. I wasn't supposed to remember."

Behind them, the Soul Abyss rumbled. Crimson cracks split the sky, revealing something behind it—

"You were never the villain," Kaelith said, his voice growing fainter. "They lied to you, Sera. Twisted everything. The prophecy… the war… me. All of it was orchestrated."

A silence fell. The kind that echoed louder than sound.

She had heard that name before—in the forbidden libraries of the academy. A god stripped of title, a king buried in time. The original author of fate.

"Yes," Kaelith murmured. "The game we thought we were playing—it was his."

The ground beneath them trembled violently.

"And now that I remember, he's coming."

Scene Break – Light Against the Void

Kaelith lifted his hand, pressing something cold and metal into her palm. It was a ring—wrought of bone and gold, with a gem in the shape of a teardrop.

"The last piece of the Heart," he said. "With it, you can choose your ending."

"I choose you," she said instantly.

Kaelith smiled again. But it wasn't relief. It was sorrow.

No sound. No final word. Just… gone.

A voice—ancient and endless—echoed through the realm.

And standing at the edge of the broken sky was a figure cloaked in darkness and gold, taller than anything mortal, crowned in shifting light.

Eyes like galaxies locked onto her.

> "Let's rewrite your fate, little liar."

The One Who Waits