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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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572 Chs

Chapter 188

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'Oho~ is this a challenge, rough paprika?'

Entertained by his tough act I stared at his finger pointing the... Surprisingly high pile of papers, and felt the rush of finding a worthy opponent for some reason.

"Gustav, could you tone it down? I remind you she's my child."

"And? She seems to like it. Don't you, flashy youngling?"

'Pff... D*mn~ you got me there, old man. Sorry, Mister. He's right.' — I thought as I nodded to the Duke, sorry that I wasn't minding it as I was supposed to.

"Sigh... I guess she does."

"You're just too uptight of an ar**hole, ashy youngster. The kiddo knows her stuff, get out if you're gonna be annoying.

Now come here, flashy kid. Show me that thing you're using the... What's its name again? You have to name things kid. If not this sh*t happens."

The old man went to sit back at the seat where we found him, inviting me to seat with him as he whined.