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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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524 Chs

Chapter 56

Orland released her hands immediately after her name was said. A whisper was echoing in his head, and, when he saw her avert her eyes downwards… the echo became louder, deafening.

'… I ruined it.'

The energy left his body in a second. The realisation sucked the life out of him and left him in complete shock. The following minutes passed with him being in a daze.

Every single action and thing he said, was done in a mechanical mode. Orland was not truly aware of what was happening. The only thing he knew was his terrible mistake and that the unknown consequences it would bring... could be irreparable.

That harsh possibility disturbed his vision of what was transpiring, turning his demeanour cold and rigid.

All of his reactions were made as a reflex. From his change of seats to bringing the teacup closer to his daughter… all of it was done instinctively.

His mind was so confused that no thought could take form in his unstable head.