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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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592 Chs

Chapter 328

I could cry even thinking about today's breakfast... She's my heroine... I want to be as cool as her... And have control of a dangerously delicious kitchen as she does someday... 

"No. The pins on her crown should not overshadow her dress... Something simpler."

... It's helpful my thoughts distract me enough from the noisy talk the moody madame is into right now. 

"Try that accessory… Where is my fan?! For the Love of–! Aah~ there it is~ this Chosen Ninth's allure needs a little breeze to calm me down!  Ohoho~"

'..... Heh. I know.' 

"..."

'Hey. We have to agree when at least she says nice things. It helps me not to earn her surname, you know? See those wrinkles she has up her eyebrow? That's the result of moodiness, Anne.'