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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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Chapter 420

'If I refuse, not only will he feel humiliated but the dances might take longer to start…' — I understood, before accepting the offered hand of the New Duke of Noverrne.

"… Has my invitation been welcomed?" — He then asked, lifting his head that had lowered respectfully in wait for our reply.

My nod came graceful and certain in affirmation to his inquiry and I looked back at Marianne's Father to bow in a temporary goodbye since I was to leave him behind so the dance could begin.

"Go on, I am to watch from here." — Showing a scary smile the mister said, taking my glass of wine. Seemingly gentle to any other who didn't know what was truly going on in his protective father's head.

'I bet he's thinking something like… "even I haven't danced with my daughter" or something along those lines, haha…' — I told Marianne… nervously but to laugh it off.

There were some concerns clouding our head as we walked beside the new Duke to the centre of the Hall.