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The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

"Did you really think that after all that you've done to me, I would simply let you go, Rosalie? You might as well go to the Devil himself because otherwise, I will definitely find you. No matter what." One day, Wang Meiling, an ordinary office worker who likes to read romance fantasy books, wakes up in the body of Rosalie Ashter, a minor villainess in the R-rated fantasy novel that she was reading before this weird transmigration. As expected of the plot, Rosalie is supposed to die at the hands of her crazy and abusive brother Raphael, thus, armed with the detailed knowledge of the original story, Meiling is set to save the tragic villainess whose body she is now possessing and approaches Duke Damien Dio, the story's male lead who is suffering from the "Acme fever" curse. She offers him a one-year contract relationship, promising to help him relieve his suffering in exchange for his protection from the Ashter family and a hefty payment afterward. Although skeptical at first, Damien agrees to sign the contract, but when the time finally comes for Rosalie to leave the Duke, she realizes that ending their relationship might not be as easy as she thought. This novel can be categorized as "he falls first and he falls harder". WARNING: The story contains mature content such as R18 scenes, obsessive/yandere behavior, domestic abuse, an indication of sexual abuse, and gaslighting. It will also include the depiction of violence and gore. Read at your own discretion.

yoojee · Fantaisie
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166 Chs

An Intriguing Twist Of Events

Rosalie raised an elegant eyebrow, her face draped in a shroud of unmistakable perplexity as she inquired,

"Why... What would lead you to believe I have any concern for this matter? Surely, you are aware that even contemplating support for the Demonic Cult is prohibited within the borders of Rische!"

Rostan could not suppress a broad smile that tugged at his lips. His emerald eyes drifted downward in contemplation of her response before he leaned in, his voice hushed and intimate,

"Indeed, Lady Rosalie. I am fully cognizant of that fact. But do you, my dear lady, realize the same?"

Suddenly, a rush of cold shivers coursed down Rosalie's spine, causing her skin to prickle with unpleasant goosebumps. Her heartbeat resonated loudly in her ears, and an unexplainable feeling of fear and anxiety draped her like a damp, icy blanket.

'What could this mean? Is he insinuating something? Does he harbor suspicions? But how could he possibly know? How?'