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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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278 Chs

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"...Can you guys stop staring at me?"

As I sat on the chair in the library right at the hidden corner, I grumbled with a tired sigh looking ahead.

A group of students surrounded me from all sides, some from my own class and others from different classes as well.

"...Where were you?" I shifted my focus towards the girl as she asked, narrowing her golden eyes.

"...At a party," I replied, shrugging. And I wasn't lying about that.

"...Whose party?" Aimar asked, giving a half-smile.

"...Why are you asking?" I rebuked, glaring at him.

"Well, looks like he's back to his old habits." The orchid-haired girl chimed in, standing beside Ashlyn with a haughty expression. "...Drugs and alcohol are common at parties."

"...Why are you even here?" I asked, giving her a bright smile.

"...I'm leaving then." Her expression crumbled as she grieved, walking away but not before glaring at me.

"..I will come with yo—"

"Stay here."