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The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!

Adeline didn't expect she would transmigrate into the trashy novel she read years ago. The plot was so cliched that she couldn't bring herself to finish it. Years later, she found that very book on her bed, the page was open to the villainess' execution and before she knew it she found herself in the very novel she hated. The evil villainess who couldn't stand her two childhood friends become completely enamoured by the female lead, she decided to take care of the matter herself and thus became the public enemy. She now became the villainess of the story! "I do not accept this!" Adeline yelled at the top of her lungs. "I will change the plot." The Crown Prince she rejected won't leave her alone. The cold Northern Duke clung to her and wouldn't let go. The Arch Mage wants to abandon his duties and serve as her personal knight, and the Head Priest is obsessed with her! The Male leads she wished to avoid won't leave her alone! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Obsessive male lead- check. Funny but strong female lead- check. Amazing family- check. Annoying Goddess- also check.

punzygracy · Fantasia
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135 Chs

Devastation

Employing the latest technique she learnt, she created thousands of butterflies. She sent it across the Eastern Duchy. She wanted to find the Duchess at any cost. She sent those butterflies everywhere except the estate.

She didn't think the Duchess would be hiding in her own estate...

As the butterflies fluttered through the Eastern Duchy, Adeline watched through their delicate, shifting perspectives, searching for any sign of the Duchess.

She wanted to make sure that the Duchess was alright, but she could not trust the Duke, he sent a letter to the orphanage to get back Everett... This meant that something happened to the Duchess. She was praying that she was alright.

For a man who killed the mother of his child... Anything was possible.

Calming herself she focussed on the information the butterflies were giving her. What she expected to see were bustling streets and busy people... But what she was made her tremble.