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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.

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Sleep Tight, Lady Rosalie

As they both settled into their seats, side by side, on the elegant expanse of the obsidian-hued couch, Damien graciously served Rosalie a generous pour of deep-red wine. As he turned around to fill his own glass, a vital admonition resurfaced in his mind, prompting him to issue a gentle caution,

"Lady Rosalie, please be careful. This wine hails from the North and wields potent strength. It would be wise to savor it in measured sips ––"

Before he could conclude his counsel, Rosalie abruptly placed the glass, its contents now a mere memory, upon the polished wooden coffee table that stood before them. She exhaled a satisfied sigh, one that bespoke a connoisseur of indulgence, and nonchalantly brushed her mouth with the back of her pale left hand.

"Your Grace, another glass, please!" 

Exclaimed Rosalie with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes.