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The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

[COMPLETED] "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 · Fantasía
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166 Chs
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#ISEKAI
#POSSESSIVE
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#SMUT
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#SECRETBABY

Fear And Trembling

Altair stood frozen, his resolve wavering in the face of the daunting task ahead. He had braved the decision to confront Rosalie and lay bare his innermost secrets, yet as the words escaped his lips, an unexpected fear, long dormant, reared its head, seizing him in its relentless grip.

It was not just Rosalie who trembled in fear now.

With a deliberate slowness, almost as if grasping for a fleeting moment of reprieve, he averted his gaze, fixating on the gleaming surface of the polished wooden floor. His mind, now a maelstrom of tumultuous thoughts, refused to yield to the gravity of the impending conversation.

Finally, after a moment of intense internal struggle, he gathered his resolve and addressed her in a measured tone, tinged with a hint of uncertainty,

"My abilities... they granted me a glimpse, Lady Rosalie. I saw everything."