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Villainess Trains Her Assassin

[World: the 19th century] [Theme: Reincarnation and Royal Love] The daughter of the Duke, Adela Virginia, who was born with incredible magical power, tragically died once. Her last memory was of using her magic to destroy the royal family. She was so vengeful that she tamed monsters with her extreme power. Her actions wrecked everything. But, in the end, she discovered she was being exploited by the first prince, whom she had never seen. The prince, who was he? If she helped the prince, why was she killed? Who was the girl who fatally stabbed Adela? In her woozy vision, she couldn't see her face clearly. She could only remember one word the killer had used to express how frequently she hated her. "Adela, I hate you. I wish I could kill you when we first meet". When Adela opened her eyes, it was dawn. She was astounded to learn that God had given her a second chance. Will she be successful in discovering the truth this time? Will she meet the prince this time? Will she be able to find that murderer? ***Story*** *Bind you in hellbound. *Under the sunshine. *My tempting dummy/ Uncle, love me deeper. [Weekly Targets 400 power stones= 2 bonus chapters. 600 power stones= 3 bonus chapters. 800 power stones= 4 bonus chapters. 10 Golden Tickets= 2 bonus chapters. 100 Golden Tickets= 4 bonus chapters.]

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It’s morning, my prince.

Richard's heated breath brushed against her neck. Adela's lips quivered with fear when she parted them. Was he feeling bad? Her hands trembled as she mustered up his confidence before suddenly touching his carved upper arms. Richard cautiously took hold of her arms as well, but his grasps were firm. Adela took a gulp and started.

"Prince, what happened?" Adela hesitated.

Adela and Richard were alone in the middle of the night in a spacious room. Adela could feel Richard's closeness and his firm grip on her arms.

"Prince?" Adela spoke with tremors. She did not know what she needed to do at that point. On the other hand, Richard was holding her as well, and he was not responding to her adequately. His heated breath brushed against her neck.