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#R18
#ISEKAI
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#HISTORICAL
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#SECRETBABY

The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

[COMPLETED] "Did you really think that after all that you've done to me, I would simply let you go, Rosalie? You might as well go to the Devil himself because otherwise, I will definitely find you. No matter what." One day, Wang Meiling, an ordinary office worker who likes to read romance fantasy books, wakes up in the body of Rosalie Ashter, a minor villainess in the R-rated fantasy novel that she was reading before this weird transmigration. As expected of the plot, Rosalie is supposed to die at the hands of her crazy and abusive brother Raphael, thus, armed with the detailed knowledge of the original story, Meiling is set to save the tragic villainess whose body she is now possessing and approaches Duke Damien Dio, the story's male lead who is suffering from the "Acme fever" curse. She offers him a one-year contract relationship, promising to help him relieve his suffering in exchange for his protection from the Ashter family and a hefty payment afterward. Although skeptical at first, Damien agrees to sign the contract, but when the time finally comes for Rosalie to leave the Duke, she realizes that ending their relationship might not be as easy as she thought. This novel can be categorized as "he falls first and he falls harder". WARNING: The story contains mature content such as R18 scenes, obsessive/yandere behavior, domestic abuse, an indication of sexual abuse, and gaslighting. It will also include the depiction of violence and gore. Read at your own discretion.

yoojee · Fantasia
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166 Chs
#R18
#ISEKAI
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#HISTORICAL
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#SECRETBABY

A Trembling Shoulder

The crescent moon cast a solitary gleam upon the black expanse of the star-deprived canvas of the sky, granting the night's profound obscurity dominion over the cold and tranquil forest.

A tall figure, garbed in black attire, dismounted from his ebony stallion, his gaze swiveling toward a towering pine tree to his right as if anticipating to witness something of great importance. Progressing with measured strides, he halted beside the robust trunk as the similar dark silhouette of another form materialized stealthily from the veiled shelter of an adjacent tree—a counterpart dressed in akin attire, a line of jet fabric obscuring the lower half of his face. The large, wide hood of his lengthy cloak draped across his features, casting an ominous shade.

The two figures confronted each other with subtle quiet nods amidst the prevailing stillness of the night, and after a brief extension of the silence, the second man started, his voice hoarse and low,

"My Lord."