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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

Oh No!

Rosalie's heart leaped to her throat as she contemplated the gravity of the proposition. Could it truly be her—stepping forth to vote alongside the esteemed Imperial Council for her own brother's execution? The notion seemed utterly preposterous, yet an inexplicable force tugged at her heartstrings, urging her to rise and claim the vacant seat behind the council table. It was as if the spirit of the original Rosalie implored her to take revenge on Raphael in her stead.

Summoning strength from within, she inhaled deeply, finding solace in the breath, and resolutely advanced toward the vacant seat once occupied by Lord Steinhem. With deliberate poise, she settled herself at the council table. A black fountain pen and a small rectangular piece of paper awaited her touch. Her unwavering gaze fixed upon her brother's countenance, Raphael's eyes locked with hers, and a smile—a smile that appeared almost jubilant—graced his lips, sending an unsettling churn through Rosalie's stomach.