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Reborn as a Mind-Reading Empress

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naïve Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin! With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime too!” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

Athena_Varinder · Fantasy
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You Made a Promise

Arabella watched in silence as Ara became bitter due to loneliness. Yet, even so, the river nymph kept waiting for Ferdinand despite the advice on her to forget about him and mate with someone else.

More time passed and the river completely dried up as Ara died one day, thinking that Ferdinand had fooled and abandoned her.

* * *

Arabella woke up in Ferdinand's arms. He was already awake and was just watching her sleep as he usually does.

"Good morning," Ferdinand greeted her with a smile. But after her long dream about him and Ara, she was somewhat annoyed with him.

"Good morning," she did her best to smile and rolled over. She turned her back towards him so he wouldn't see her whatever expression she was making right now. After all, he had become good at reading her.

She still felt bad for the river nymph who had waited for so long for a single visit that could spark hope for her. But it did not happen until she passed away.