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The Villain's Dead Wife

As a kid, Grandma's stories were all about a lovesick maid and a prince, thwarted by a villain who never quit. But here I am, waking up in a princess gown that weighs a ton, with flaming red hair and eyes like bling-bling. Seriously, universe? Turns out, I'm Meredia Seraphine Valtoria, the forgettable princess of Dukedom Saltorra. The punchline? I'm already dead in this story, a ghostly cameo before it even starts! Thanks, fate. But no more Miss Nice Princess. Royalty? Nah. Impending doom? Not my scene. With the finesse of a startled squirrel, I'm hightailing it-from that pesky villain and this ridiculous plotline.

Flower_Ashesh · Fantaisie
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Secrets of Pure Witch

I sighed and turned my eyes away from him. "So, what brings you here, your royal highness?"

"Last time I came here, you threw a fit of tears, so I couldn't tell you what I came for. But today, I think I should," Kairan said, looking like he was about to drop some serious knowledge.

"Great. What is it?" I crossed my arms, clearly uninterested in the lineage business.

Kairan took a deep breath, as if preparing to explain quantum physics to a toddler. He started walking toward me, and I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact, which was not exactly my favorite position.

I backed up slightly, but he grabbed my shoulders-firmly but not painfully-and guided me to sit on the bed. He then took a seat on the chaise, looking like he was about to lecture a very unruly student.

"Lady Meredia, the original owner of this body is a pure witch."

That news hit me like a truck on a deserted highway-no warning, no horn.