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The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

"Did you really think that after all that you've done to me, I would simply let you go, Rosalie? You might as well go to the Devil himself because otherwise, I will definitely find you. No matter what." One day, Wang Meiling, an ordinary office worker who likes to read romance fantasy books, wakes up in the body of Rosalie Ashter, a minor villainess in the R-rated fantasy novel that she was reading before this weird transmigration. As expected of the plot, Rosalie is supposed to die at the hands of her crazy and abusive brother Raphael, thus, armed with the detailed knowledge of the original story, Meiling is set to save the tragic villainess whose body she is now possessing and approaches Duke Damien Dio, the story's male lead who is suffering from the "Acme fever" curse. She offers him a one-year contract relationship, promising to help him relieve his suffering in exchange for his protection from the Ashter family and a hefty payment afterward. Although skeptical at first, Damien agrees to sign the contract, but when the time finally comes for Rosalie to leave the Duke, she realizes that ending their relationship might not be as easy as she thought. This novel can be categorized as "he falls first and he falls harder". WARNING: The story contains mature content such as R18 scenes, obsessive/yandere behavior, domestic abuse, an indication of sexual abuse, and gaslighting. It will also include the depiction of violence and gore. Read at your own discretion.

yoojee · Fantasie
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166 Chs

Vermilion

Rosalie struggled to maintain focus, but her vision was utterly shrouded in an all-encompassing abyss of darkness. The atmosphere that enveloped her seemed to be steadily growing warmer, each breath she took searing her lungs as though they were submerged in scalding liquid.

"What is happening? I can't discern anything, and the mere act of breathing feels like an agonizing ordeal."

In a futile attempt to dispel the relentless darkness, Rosalie vigorously rubbed her eyes. Yet, to her dismay, the impenetrable veil persisted, and an escalating sense of restlessness and trepidation bore down upon her chest and shoulders. It encased her, thick and ponderous, like a suffocating cloak of uncertainty. Her own heartbeat now reverberated in her ears, resonating like an echoing drumroll, a loud and ominous prelude to an enigma yet to unfold.