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The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

"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

The Black Carriage

'It does not look like it was sent from the Imperial Palace, the invitation sent to Damien from Princess Angelica had an Imperial seal on it... Who would send me a letter here?'

Reluctantly, Rosalie broke the seal of the envelope, her thoughts still grappling with the unlikelihood of receiving a letter from anyone other than Princess Angelica, let alone a friend or acquaintance. As her eyes scanned the carefully penned black letters, her eyebrows arched in surprise—the mysterious message had come from the Holy Temple.

<Dear Lady Rosalie,

Regrettably, I find my schedule overlapping today, and I won't be able to make it to our scheduled treatment session. However, if you still wish to receive the treatment, I would be delighted to welcome you directly at the Temple.

Sincerely,

Altair Nestor.>

The girl's gaze remained fixated on the contents of the peculiar letter, an unexpected sense of nervousness and uncertainty washing over her.