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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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530 Chs

Chapter 153

He could not restrain the blooming smirk from appearing on his sharp countenance.

Smoothly, with silent steps, Zeleskiaz came forward. Sliding through the furniture to stand before her who was waiting with attractive authority at his desk.

"This way, my Lady. You may use my chair."

Guiding with a gracious unfold of his limb, the Crown Prince invited Marianne to take a seat at the only available place by his desk, summoning in the Lady great enthusiasm that was intentionally hidden by the woman.

'Fufu~ So you now recognise I am the boss here... Well done kinky.'

Before his hand reached her waist in a greedy act, the clever woman walked around the piece of elegant furniture and stood by the chair in wait.

"..."

Scrape...

"Please take a seat, my Lady."