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Why Did I Become the Villainess?

Ysavel, an aspiring writer, wakes up one day inside the world of her own novel. She thought it's those typical transmigration story she have read. However, she was shock when she discovers that she's been cast as the villainess in her own story. "DON'T TELL ME I BECOME THE VILLAINESS OF MY OWN STORY?!" Shocked and dismayed, she realizes that the only way to return to the real world is to live out her role in the story. Initially, she accepts this fate, but things take an unexpected turn when the characters start deviating from the script. "I don't want another Queen. Youare the only one I want as my Queen, Csille." Prince Fraser whispered. The male lead, who was expected to be annoyed by her constant pestering, instead becomes affectionate and attached to her. "It's inevitable, Lady Lauretré. You will still be the Queen, so I don't see any harm in what I said. Besides, I doubt the King or even the Crown Prince would be willing to change their minds about your engagement." The female lead, who was supposed to separate the male lead from her, begins to play matchmaker between the male lead and the villainess. What should she do? She couldn't get back to the real world if she didn't finished the story as the villainess. But how can she finished it if the two leads are not following the script? Help!!! Still under revision but once done updates will be posted daily at 12pm ( GMT +8 ). Also, please check my other novel, Dimensions Apart. It’s a lighter novel compared to this one. Credits to the rightful owner of the picture I used for the cover.

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: Avoiding

 Hours have passed after Brother Pascal destroyed the door of my room, and I haven't heard anything from anyone. I would see some maids gasp when they saw my room, but no one dared to ask what happened or do something about it.

 I want to be mad at Brother Pascal but being mad wouldn't do me anything, and I know if I ask for help from our Butler or maids, I'm sure they wouldn't dare help me. I'm sure they were already ordered by Brother Pascal not to help me. So, I just busy myself reading some books I have in my room. 

 I wouldn't bother arguing with Brother Pascal about the door because I'm tired of arguments for today. I'll probably deal with it tomorrow. For now, I just want to take some rest.

 I look at the clock and heave a sigh when I realize it's already nine in the evening, and I still haven't eaten my dinner.

 I looked at my doorway and frowned when I realized no one even bothered to ask me that it was dinner time already.