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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

Aftermath

"Cough... Cough."

A cough escaped my mouth as my eyes fluttered open.

My throat felt dry, as if I hadn't drunk anything for weeks.

"Arghh..."

My entire body throbbed in dull pain as I shifted to my sides, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.

"Here."

As the blurriness in my eyes cleared, a hand came into view.

My gaze shifted until it landed on the beautiful girl with blue hair sitting on the chair beside me, passing a glass of water.

"Dada!!"

Willis sat on her lap, and as soon as he noticed I was awake, he tried to jump at me, but Christina held him tightly.

"...Thanks."

I mumbled, taking the glass. My voice was croaky as I poured all the water down my throat.

Passing the glass back, I looked around the place where I was.

White lights, a patient uniform with my entire body bandaged, the rhythmic beeping of a machine—it didn't take me long to conclude where I was.