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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 · Fantasie
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Chapter 332

The loving child's happiness could be sensed through the air once her eyes got to meet her Father.

Seating gentlemanly where those important to the Empire seated apart from the multitude, the Duke's presence was simply reassuring to her heart just by the glad demeanour he portrayed in a smile she could easily recognise from a distance.

'... There he is… We definitely can't faint now, sweetheart. We have to make your dad happy and proud… That way, he can be sure we are doing well.'

Determined to make her Father feel merrier, Marianne became taller, tracing with her gaze the many heads that were starting to buzz into murmurs, wondering if something would come out of her mouth.

The two royalties standing along heart the stage merely observed, aware that the lady's every motion was part of her calm self to take in the sights before doing something they were to follow.