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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]

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[Festival Of Love] [End]

'...What a lovely fucking day it was.'

I grumbled, stretching my back on the chair I sat on, a cracking sound echoing in the room making my body relax.

Echo's new song was playing in the headphones that I wore while I picked up my phone lying on the table beside me.

"Midnight, and she's still out." I whispered softly as I played with my phone.

I looked around the dimly lit hotel room we rented for tonight.

"Where is she?" I grumbled, opening my phone and closing it.

It's been more than an hour since Christina left me here and went somewhere with Olivia.

'Why is Olivia so close to her?'

I rubbed my temples as my gaze landed back on the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed.

"..."

Leaning forward, I brushed a strand of silver hair from her face to look at her clearly.

She wore her black bridal dress, her hands on her chest, which gently rose with each breath.

"...."