My Man Is A Villain, So Am I!
"Marinette, I beg you...please go back to your world." it wasn't my real name that the man in front of me called out to me. It was a really long journey ever since I came into the novel, that name belongs to the villainess of the novel and the guy who was holding my hand was the villain, Philip de Anastasia. "Philip...be a good emperor." I achieved my goal to give the crown to the one who truly deserves it and not the male lead of the novel, Richard de Anastasia. Philip was the first prince, the emperor's first child with the concubine, and Richard was the son of the empress. I went against all odd to make Philip the emperor. [Time Remaining: 3 seconds.] Everything is bound to an end, I hope this villain will be alright even when I'm gone. [Sun-hee will be deleted from the world, Marinette returned in three, two, and one...] Before I was gone, many memories flashed before my eyes from the start. Waking up as the villainess who was the fiance of the male lead, the female lead's half-sister, meeting the second male lead and all the extras of the novel. Till this point, I no longer saw anyone in that role anymore. Everyone could be in any role they desire to be. And for my role, I'm proud to be a villainess in everyone's eyes. My Man Is A Villain, So Am I!
Chapter 29: Tristan's Regret(7)
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'Tristan Mortel' was the name engraved on the tombstone. A woman with her white hair laying down on the ground as she was sitting in front of that tombstone stared at it.
Her eyes held no emotion, not even a hint of sadness.
And yet, she kept coming and coming. One day to one day, the rainy day, the late-night after her work. The woman who didn't cry at his funeral kept coming to visit him, sometimes talking with him like he was in front of her.
It's been months, a fall season has already passed, she still came with a white flower every time she visited him.
It was the little girl he used to hate, the one he hated for his entire life, it was Marinette.
That day, rain poured down on her black dress as she also left the funeral losing another one of her beloved. There was still a stain of the tomatoes they threw at her still hanging on her black dress.