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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasy
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317 Chs

[Blood Of Fallen] [3]

"Hmm, it does look great."

I mumbled to myself as I observed my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the cap that sat snugly on my head.

My once purple hair had transformed into a pristine white, peeking out from beneath the cap, and a black mask covered the lower half of my face.

A pair of glasses and the overcoat I wore concealed my features.

I nodded in approval, satisfied with the transformation, before turning away from the mirror and sitting on the cozy bed.

Taking out my phone, I glanced at the already dialed number.

"Haah..."

I exhaled deeply before pressing the call button.

The phone rang twice before someone on the other end picked up.

"What is it, Azariah?" A smooth yet sharp voice answered.

"The emperor threatened to kill me," I said, cutting straight to the point. "He told me to either marry one of his daughters from the concubines or die."