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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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316 Chs

[Club House Competition] [13]

"Alan?"

My lips quivered; a sense of dread and fear crept under my skin, making me tremble as I looked at the man with light auburn hair taking Alan out of the stadium.

...That man looked back at me, gesturing for me to follow before he vanished.

"A-Az."

I slowly turned towards Ashlyn, her eyes bloodshot, her hands pressing on Tiffany's stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

"H-help."

Her lips were pale, bloodless; they fluttered, asking for help.

I remained silent as I looked back at the place where Alan was taken.

'...What should I do?'

If I leave now, Tiffany will die, but if I don't, Alan could also die.

I bit my lips, blood trickling down from them as I looked at her crying, holding her dying sister.

"A-Az, p-please help." Her grieving voice echoed in my ears, making my head burst with remorse.

'..Please, please be the right decision.'