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Why Did I Become the Villainess?

Ysavel, an aspiring writer, wakes up one day inside the world of her own novel. She thought it's those typical transmigration story she have read. However, she was shock when she discovers that she's been cast as the villainess in her own story. "DON'T TELL ME I BECOME THE VILLAINESS OF MY OWN STORY?!" Shocked and dismayed, she realizes that the only way to return to the real world is to live out her role in the story. Initially, she accepts this fate, but things take an unexpected turn when the characters start deviating from the script. "I don't want another Queen. Youare the only one I want as my Queen, Csille." Prince Fraser whispered. The male lead, who was expected to be annoyed by her constant pestering, instead becomes affectionate and attached to her. "It's inevitable, Lady Lauretré. You will still be the Queen, so I don't see any harm in what I said. Besides, I doubt the King or even the Crown Prince would be willing to change their minds about your engagement." The female lead, who was supposed to separate the male lead from her, begins to play matchmaker between the male lead and the villainess. What should she do? She couldn't get back to the real world if she didn't finished the story as the villainess. But how can she finished it if the two leads are not following the script? Help!!! Still under revision but once done updates will be posted daily at 12pm ( GMT +8 ). Also, please check my other novel, Dimensions Apart. It’s a lighter novel compared to this one. Credits to the rightful owner of the picture I used for the cover.

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: Appointment

 It was already morning when I woke up. I look around, trying to see where I am. It doesn't look like the room in Gisbert's house. 

 But where am I?

 I slowly get up and stretch my arms. I feel like my whole body is already numb from sleeping. 

 I was busy looking around my surrounding that I didn't realize that someone was looking at me. "I'm glad you're awake now."

 I look back and find Lady Nahale smiling at me warmly while holding a tray with a bowl on it. 

 I instinctively back away when I see the bowl on the tray. I probably got traumatized by the soup they made me drink yesterday that a mere bowl makes me want to run away from the room.

 Lady Nahale noticed my reaction. She smiles reassuringly at me. "Don't worry. This is not a herbal soup. It is a porridge made by your Brother. He said you like to eat porridge when you're sick, so I let him use my kitchen." She then walks toward me and puts the tray on the bedside table.