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The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

[COMPLETED] "Did you really think that after all that you've done to me, I would simply let you go, Rosalie? You might as well go to the Devil himself because otherwise, I will definitely find you. No matter what." One day, Wang Meiling, an ordinary office worker who likes to read romance fantasy books, wakes up in the body of Rosalie Ashter, a minor villainess in the R-rated fantasy novel that she was reading before this weird transmigration. As expected of the plot, Rosalie is supposed to die at the hands of her crazy and abusive brother Raphael, thus, armed with the detailed knowledge of the original story, Meiling is set to save the tragic villainess whose body she is now possessing and approaches Duke Damien Dio, the story's male lead who is suffering from the "Acme fever" curse. She offers him a one-year contract relationship, promising to help him relieve his suffering in exchange for his protection from the Ashter family and a hefty payment afterward. Although skeptical at first, Damien agrees to sign the contract, but when the time finally comes for Rosalie to leave the Duke, she realizes that ending their relationship might not be as easy as she thought. This novel can be categorized as "he falls first and he falls harder". WARNING: The story contains mature content such as R18 scenes, obsessive/yandere behavior, domestic abuse, an indication of sexual abuse, and gaslighting. It will also include the depiction of violence and gore. Read at your own discretion.

yoojee · Fantasy
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166 Chs

Already On Your Knees?

Rosalie carefully tucked a loose lock of her long hair behind her ear, stealing a glance at the clock on the opposite wall once more. Though it had only been ten minutes past midnight, neither Rostan nor any of his servants had appeared to usher them to Haemir.

'Could that have been a lie? It's been a mere ten minutes, but my anxiety has stretched it into an eternity. I haven't slept since we left Rische. Perhaps I should have seized the opportunity to take a nap during our brief respite...'

Observing the lady's pale, nervous face, Altair approached her with measured steps. He gently rested his hand on her shoulder, offering a kind and reassuring smile.

"Are you scared, Lady Rosalie?"

His low, soothing voice resonated through her, sending shivers down her spine.

No, she was not particularly scared. Instead, she felt lost and confused—frustrated, even. She yearned for the ordeal to be over, yet it had not even commenced.