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Why Did I Become the Villainess?

Ysavel, an aspiring writer, wakes up one day inside the world of her own novel. She thought it's those typical transmigration story she have read. However, she was shock when she discovers that she's been cast as the villainess in her own story. "DON'T TELL ME I BECOME THE VILLAINESS OF MY OWN STORY?!" Shocked and dismayed, she realizes that the only way to return to the real world is to live out her role in the story. Initially, she accepts this fate, but things take an unexpected turn when the characters start deviating from the script. "I don't want another Queen. Youare the only one I want as my Queen, Csille." Prince Fraser whispered. The male lead, who was expected to be annoyed by her constant pestering, instead becomes affectionate and attached to her. "It's inevitable, Lady Lauretré. You will still be the Queen, so I don't see any harm in what I said. Besides, I doubt the King or even the Crown Prince would be willing to change their minds about your engagement." The female lead, who was supposed to separate the male lead from her, begins to play matchmaker between the male lead and the villainess. What should she do? She couldn't get back to the real world if she didn't finished the story as the villainess. But how can she finished it if the two leads are not following the script? Help!!! Still under revision but once done updates will be posted daily at 12pm ( GMT +8 ). Also, please check my other novel, Dimensions Apart. It’s a lighter novel compared to this one. Credits to the rightful owner of the picture I used for the cover.

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#VILLAIN

: Little Girl

 It's been days after I have been given the title of a Dame, but I'm still overwhelmed with the changes. I still couldn't believe that I am now a Dame.

 "Hey, it's Dame Csille."

 I heard a lady whisper to her friend while I passed by them. 

 I went outside to check how the people were doing in the capital. I heard from Father that everything is doing good unlike in the other regions. 

 It seems like the infectious didn't reach the capital. Thank goodness.

 I stop walking when I feel something bump my leg. I look down, and I see a little girl clinging on my legs like her life depends on it. 

 But that's not what got my attention. It's her eyes. It's hazel brown eyes, but it's not a normal eye. Her eyes are like a mirror. It reflects its surroundings. She also has brown freckles on her face, which makes her skin stand out more. She has fair skin but based on her clothing. I can already guess that she came from a common family.