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No Romance, Please

Fate or accident? I don't know what it was. It played a cruel trick in my life and one day, I was not living anymore. I died! I got transmigrated into my favourite novel, ‘Romance, Please’! (Ok, I agree that it's not a good title but still, I used to love this story.) In the book universe, I pretended to be a princess, started to live in the palace, and even got my very own platinum tiara. I lived much better than in my previous life. But I had to pay the price... The book I loved the most wanted me dead, just for the sake of another character’s development. I had to die in two years, again for the story to progress. Should I wait and watch for the plot to kill me? That's not me! I just chose to rewrite the novel from scratch, together with the villain. Fates started to change. I was made into a queen, the sole ruler of my kingdom. Then again, I had to pay the price. This time it was to sacrifice my love. Plot twist, No Romance, Please, cause it's injurious to health. ************************************************************ Warning: This is a twisted, erratic, nonsensical romance book.

DyaAran · Kỳ huyễn
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Revelation

My eyes widened. I was going to witness some drama in a few minutes. Before the guards came out, I hid well behind the curtains. After that moment, until Edward arrived, the art hall was silent. It was as if they were all mourning the death of that old man.

Things would have been much better if Edward came alone to the art hall but his bad luck or maybe mine, Evelyn followed him as well.

I returned back to my previous position once the door closed in front of me. I felt no shame in eavesdropping anymore.

"Why is your fiancée here?" the first question itself sounded harsh.

"I'm here for Justice's sake," Evelyn's voice trembled in between her sniffles. 'Was she crying?'

"…There's nothing we could do that could console princess at the moment. Please rest in your chamber while we discuss the crime, princess," though the words were assuring, the voice lacked empathy.

"My BROTHER is dead," Evelyn spoke emphasizing the word brother.