“So what if he is his child, he does not belong to me!” These were the words of Anastasia all her life until she faced her doom. Anastasia, a young and naive woman, thought that duke Garrison was the most handsome and skilled man in the empire and married him. But she had no idea that traps and betrayals were waiting for her in the palace. Soon she was entangled in an embezzlement case and then her step son died saving her whom she had never paid attention to, and the blame comes to her. she cried and lamented for choosing the wrong persons and trusting the one who wanted her dead but her biggest regret was the child, Rowan! “Relationships are not made by blood, but by love and care. I was wrong all my life.. But now it's too late.” the feeble words of her heart died in the noise that was created by the wailing voices of spectators and hooves of the running carriages. “Anastasia Sopheriene killed her stepson, Rowan Sopheriene, for wealth and power. For her sins, she would be given the death penalty and all her wealth would be seized. Not only that, her parents would suffer the same fate. The royal court would personally witness the whole punishment. The court is adjourned for now.” the bang on the table decided her fate. She did not get the chance to speak. No one thought it was needed and so the story of A Villainess ended. But….. sometimes the god gives justice to the villainess too. When she opened her eyes, she was young again. Her eyes stared at the whole scene with relief and determination, “I will change the future of that child with me! This time… I know who is my enemy!” from there started a new story of power, love and the villainess who would never let her enemies rest. contact me on.. I_am_creator#2352 if you like my creation, you can also buy me a coffee https://ko-fi.com/iamcreator01/
Grace took a deep breath as she knocked on the door. The knights recognized her once she had visited the palace several times. They looked behind her and frowned when they did not see any carriage or servants, but they let her enter immediately.
Grace's hands clenched into a tight fist as she waited in the guest room for an hour. She had asked for Baron Moore. But when the door opened after waiting for eternity, it was her son standing in front of her.
"Oh my, when guards told me if it was you, I did not believe them, Grace. Where were you from for a long time and how did you come so far?" Grace took a deep breath. Ignoring the smug look on his face, she bowed her head.
"You must have heard about the condition of my father. I am here to ask for the amount he had lent your father." The smile on the face of the young man instantly froze and he looked at Grace with glaring eyes.
But as if thinking about something, he smiled again.