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The Stupid Villainess Is Wonderful

Tác giả: Xeen_Keen
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What is The Stupid Villainess Is Wonderful

Đọc tiểu thuyết The Stupid Villainess Is Wonderful của tác giả Xeen_Keen được xuất bản trên WebNovel.Frean never expected to be normal. Born to a cult with an abusive father and neglectful mother she was already handed a bad card, but finding out she was a 'Saintess' made it all the more tiring.Being...

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Frean never expected to be normal. Born to a cult with an abusive father and neglectful mother she was already handed a bad card, but finding out she was a 'Saintess' made it all the more tiring. Being suddenly forced to go to school to seduce and marry a prince is interesting but not when your 'Love Rival' turns out to be your total type. The Saintess will marry the Prince and defeat the Villainess. Word for word that was their Pope's latest 'prophecy', with it the cultists and her parents urged her to attend the school where the 'Prince' and 'Villainess' attended. With the mission of forming a relationship with the 'Prince', Frean accepted it. Except she plans to marry the Villainess, cuck the Prince and shut down the cult. In any order and NO MATTER WHAT. Read and find out how Frean will go about this when her 'Villainess' might not be her perfect dream lover.

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