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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

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Chapter 154

In his awe, Zeleskiaz watched her reach for a new sheet at his desk to write her response.

With bigger letters, the Lady wrote a sentence that was filled with the intention that moved her actions towards a future. Big enough for the Prince to discern them with ease from his height once it was slid through his desk towards him

[ Some things are meant to be said with spoken words. ]

The girl victoriously smiled on the inside.

She had decided from the moment she learn her situation that the truth Marianne has been living deserved to be told with the revival of her lost sound.

'It's only fair... They robbed it, so with it, I should also rob them of everything.'

Through her mind, recollections of what the real child had shown her, along with ones only she possessed, we're recalled quickly like thunder. And so, Elizabeth passively declared.