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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

[Island Of Drath] [16] [Inder Sephtis]

[Earth]

[Six days after Sephtis family incident]

In the packed room lit by a dim light hanging just above the table.

A boy no more than fifteen sat on one side of the table.

His messy hair roughly arranged, his blue eyes staring blankly at his hands, bound by handcuffs.

Tear marks streamed down both his cheeks, dried up from crying for so long.

Detective Roul, a tall man with a solid build, stood behind him, looking at the boy, trying his best to hide his disgust.

"You will be trialed tomorrow," his voice echoed within the room, "...If you want to hire a professional lawyer, this is your last chance."

Inder didn't reply but kept staring at his hands.

"Someone from your father's side wants to see you as well," Roul continued, gazing at the wall in front,

"...They want to talk about... your father's property. According to your father's will, you will be the next owner, and they don't want that."