webnovel

Villainess Becomes The Knight

Abigail Essendson, the prideful daughter of George Essendson, Duke of the Forchestire Empire, had everything, money, respect, a strong image in high society, and loving and caring parents. But she made a mistake, she accepted the proposal for marriage by the archduke, Gerard Wiltshire, cousin of the crown prince. The man wanted nothing but money to strengthen his power so that he could attack the crown prince, which eventually he did and took over the empire. And that was the fall of Abigail’s family too, who was loyal to the crown. Her whole family was killed in the massacre. Her brother sacrificed his life to save hers. She blamed herself for everything as she was the one who chose Gerard over the crown prince. She trained hard, as a strong knight she was. She tried to kill Gerard by herself, but alas, she wasn't that strong to handle his whole army. "Even if you will ever be reborn, you will never be able to defeat me. You and your family will die from my hands." Gerard laughed as she was taking her last breaths. "I will. I will come back later to take revenge and will snatch everything back from you." These were her last words when she died. But not like the books she read, she did not go back in time. Instead, she was born again in the 21st century as a doctor, but the guilt never left her alone. One day, as she tried to save a little girl, she got hit by a truck and was transmigrated back to her previous life as Abigail. At last, God finally listened to her pleas. After she woke up, she was back in her previous life when she was 16. Would she be able to fulfill her wish this time?

nishidurani · Historia
Sin suficientes valoraciones
275 Chs

Love to meet her

Abigail pov cont'd..

For the first time, I was watching Isabella in a different light. If I have lost my mother in an incident. Then she had lost her father too. That also because her father was travelling with my mother and tried to protect her.

My father married her mother taking the responsibility of both of them. But I hardly see them sharing a room. Yet I always saw them as intruders who had entered my happy family to ruin it.

A lump formed on my throat as I continued to look at her distant eyes. She was younger than me, she needed comfort too.

"Do you miss your father a lot?" I asked, trying to get away with the feeling of guilt, grief and pain.

She nodded, still looking at the horizon. "This place was never mine to begin with, no one has ever accepted me. Brother Nicholas and father have sympathy for us, that is why they take my side, but when it comes to love and concern, it could be easily seen in their eyes when it comes to you."