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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

Blood Moons

Damien stood in his bedroom in front of the tall standing mirror and couldn't help but feel anxious. He had beaten his own record for how fast he could take a bath, and now that he was all washed up and even perfumed, there was still one rather big dilemma left unsolved – what should he wear?

'I have never been on a picnic before, I have no idea what sort of attire one wears to such an event.'

He kept pacing in front of the mirror, holding different outfits against his body, trying to choose something nice and casual, but nothing seemed to be working for him. At last, tired and scared that he had already wasted too much time on such a meaningless task, he turned to Felix and asked,

"What do you think? Which one should I choose?"