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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

A New Goal

Having dealt with David, I walked out of his office and moved towards the place he informed me to go.

From what he told me, my mother already expected me to contact her as soon as I woke up.

So, all I have to do now is accept her call.

'…She is scary.'

How does she even know I will contact her?

I mean, I have never done that before.

"Azariah."

I looked back over my shoulder as someone called me from behind.

"Dr. Greyson?" I whispered, turning back to look at her.

She still looked the same, slightly wrinkled face and greying hair from old age.

She walked towards me and asked, "You should rest for now—"

"I am fine," I interjected, continuing to walk.

She shook her head, replying, "You are not. I have seen your reports. You are pushing your body to its limits without giving it time to heal."