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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantaisie
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Chapter 485

With an apparently calm demeanour carrying himself gentlemanly in an appealing outfit, his lids lifted to reply to my father. — "Duke… I was about to knock. I apologise, yet I am as surprised as yourself."

"… Ahem… yes. Uh… do excuse my overreaction… I did not expect your sudden appearance, your highness."

"… It is alright…"

"Marianne." — While I met eye with the crown prince, Dad called my attention. Asking with a slight tilt of his head if my wish differed from the petition I asked the day before… and I peeked at the prince once more, feeling fluttery for the answer differed strongly after a meeting Dad ignored occurred at these clergy chambers last night… and I lowered my head, nodding quietly, hiding my embarrassment, in acceptance of the crown prince's presence… who was now my suitor. — "I am leaving… However, do be thoughtful as you stay, your highness. My child is still recovering."