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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

The Banquet, Part III

'Why is he here? Asmodeus has really taken it too far! To make the two of them fight each other like this!'

Rosalie shot an angry stare at the demon whose only reply was a careless shrug of the shoulders. He stretched his lips into a smug grin and said,

"Why do you look so angry, Rosalie? Did you really think that I would let go of your soul that easily? Come on, even the former Rosalie could not be this naive."

Asmodeus grabbed the duchess's chin with his left hand and forcefully turned her face in the direction of the unfolding scene, continuing,

"Now watch. Only one shall survive. Who will you be rooting for?"

Rosalie clenched her fists under the table, the scarlet blood trickled down her knees and disappeared in a mere second as if to hide the evidence of her enormous hurt. 

"Why are you here? How can you even fight against me now?"