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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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599 Chs

Chapter 306

... I was dumbstruck for a moment. Thinking if I had left it that way. But then I snapped out of it. Immediately going to my table where I left my treasure. 

'! It's here… oh gosh… For a moment I thought someone could have stolen it…'

But that couldn't have been. Since I heard the song while coming here. 

'... Still. Why do I feel like someone was here… Hm?'

I took the tiny coffer, noticing that underneath… A piece of paper, folded in half lay hidden by its size. 

'... Who…' — I swallowed nervously. Because… Although there was someone I wished it could be from, the possibility of it being from someone undesirable else was there too. 

Nonetheless, I would still need to read it to know. And thankfully… My heart didn't drop from fright but elevated in flutters by merely reading the first few words. 

[ My Lady Marianne, ]