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The Hundred Years Villainess

"Luck and gifts you will have it all. Everything you desire and put your mind on. But that one craving, you will never own. As fate and the gods will collude to derail your goal." Lyrica was ecstatic when she found out that after finishing a reverse harem royal romance novel, she woke up in the body of her favorite character who shares the same name as her! Even more so when she met face to face with her adored (bias) character--the attractive General Calais Parcell! However, soon, she finds out that every human in the new world hates her even without a valid reason! Not one, not even her own parents and siblings! Being loved and well-liked by everyone in her previous life, watch her struggle in this new world where everyone hates and wants to kill her! Snippets: “You should be ashamed of yourself, Calais! Have you ever... Have you ever taken a look inside of you and wondered what kind of person you are?!” “No, Lyrica. I can see how you look at me, and I know that I am not that bad after all.” "But all I see is a charming mask! And no matter how beguiling that lovely mask looks, once you take that off, inside, you are still what you are, someone hollow and empty, with no principles other than what other people project on you!"

Scintillate09 · Fantasy
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224 Chs

Chapter 169 - Payment for Protection

As soon as Calais leaves the room, I let out a sigh of relief. Being alone with him always makes me feel on edge, like I'm constantly walking on thin ice.

I have to admit, though, when he mentioned we were soon leaving Cairns, I got excited. Unfortunately, instead of being with Gavin, I am left with Calais instead.

A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I quickly compose myself before answering it. It is a young woman, standing at the door and holding a tray of food.

"Good day, Miss. The inn owner asked me to bring this for you and your companion," she says politely.

I thank her, take the tray from her, and set it down on the table. The smell of fresh bread and stew fills my nostrils, making my stomach growl in hunger.

I turn to look at Calais, who has just re-entered the room. He's holding a bundle of firewood and some matches in his arms.