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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

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[Festival Of Love] [7] [Haunting Past]

Shyamal remembered something.

When this happened...

...The day of the festival when the kindergarten was closed, but she forced Shane to bring her to Azariah.

And the same day...

...Shane died.

Her breath turned ragged as she looked at Shane carrying her sleeping child self back into the shade of a tree.

"Shane?" Azariah looked up, his childlike voice confused as he noticed the tense look on Shane's face.

"...Can you do me a favor?" Shane asked with a small smile as he passed Shyamal to him, "Please take her back inside."

Though confused, Azariah gently placed his hands around her knees and waist to carry her like a princess.

"What happened?" Azariah asked, his confusion growing.

"Just look after her," Shane smiled as he patted his back.

"Noah?" Ashlyn whispered, her eyes closed, her hand stretching to touch the space around her.

"Let's go." Azariah walked toward her, letting her grab onto his sleeve.