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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 · Fantasia
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276 Chs

[Hollow Town] [6] [Family]

[Arianell's POV]

I gulped down the water to calm my burning throat.

The warmth of the morning sun peeking through the dense clouds helped relax my body.

My eyes barely opened after not having proper sleep all night.

It was a crazy night, but oddly enough, it ended quietly after that creepy child ran away.

I stretched my arms lazily, placing them on the bench I was sitting on.

Looking around, I noticed children still playing, unaffected by what had happened last night.

'...Children, huh?'

I thought as I watched them play with pure innocence, without any tension.

That reminded me of my own childhood.

It wasn't all giggles and happiness—I was depressed for almost half of it.

Rightfully so.

Who wouldn't be after knowing your mother abandoned you and left you to die when you were hardly five years old?

Thrown away from being a real princess to a shell of one in an empire you knew nothing of.