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The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

"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

Decision To Leave

"How do you intend to help me?" Rosalie questioned, her skepticism and bewilderment unabated. The conversation between them seemed to spiral into increasing complexity with every spoken sentence.

Meanwhile, Altair's demeanor shifted, settling into a composed and collected state. His voice, now steady and unwavering, maintained its confidence as he continued,

"To provide the aid you require, we must depart from Rische."

The duchess could not suppress her astonishment, her mouth agape in disbelief.

"Depart? And go where, precisely?"

"Izaar."

Once more, Rosalie lapsed into a contemplative silence. It marked the second occasion someone had mentioned Izaar as the destination she needed to seek, leaving her with an unshakable sense that this was no mere coincidence; rather, it seemed fate had intricately woven this path for her, leading her to this place, perhaps to seek refuge from the unfortunate twists of her destiny.

"Why Izaar?"