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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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: Returning to the Western Region (3)

 I look at the wretched state of the western region. The whole place looks worst than the last time I visit it. 

 We're currently passing by the market, but it looks more like an abandoned market. There are some people who sell their goods, but it's only a few. There are no people aside from the vendors.

 The vendors immediately look at Brother Pascal and me. "Mister and Miss, do you want to buy rice? I have a sack of rice here. You can buy it at a very low price."

 Brother Pascal look at the vendor and sigh. "Mister, how much for this sack of rice?"

 The sack of rice isn't the typical fifty kilos in one sack. One sack is probably five kilos.

 The vendor smiled widely when he heard Brother Pascal reply. "It looks like you're a relative of the officials here. So I can just give this rice for hundred centimes."