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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasi
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321 Chs

[Blood Of Fallen] [11]

"Do you like it, Mama!?"

As we made our way through the crowded mall, heading toward the restaurant on the sixth floor, Willis asked happily, showing his hand morphing effortlessly from a normal human hand to that of a vampire's.

"Yeah, you are good at it," Olesia replied with a gentle smile as she patted his back.

Willis beamed at her approval, his lavender eyes practically glowing with happiness.

He began to jump up and down, holding tightly to Olesia's hand.

"..."

And walking behind them, I looked at their interaction with a weird look on my face.

"Must be nice." Walking behind me, Christina mumbled, pinching my arm, "Having your child call a beautiful girl 'Mama.'"

"Come on, she isn't as beautiful as you," I replied, shrugging off her grip while turning my head toward her.

"...Not in disguise," she mumbled, averting her gaze from me.

'Who the hell is she?'