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Saving the Villain

The Devil’s Den was Cosette’s favorite webnovel that she had followed for three whole years. She waited for updates, wallow in those empty days during the author’s constant hiatuses, cry and laugh with the characters; it was already a part of her short life. Cosette really wished that the novel would never end despite that she was terminally ill. But after three years, The Devil’s Den finally came to an end. With a reader as invested as Cosette, she had mixed emotions about the ending. Not that the ending was disappointing, but what disheartened her was the ending of her favorite character; the villain Maxen Devilsin. One year later, Cosette took her last breath only to wake up in the body of the stunning Cosette Blac; the villainess of the novel The Devil’s Den, her second favorite character after the villain. Granted with the opportunity to live in the world of her favorite novel before the main story starts, Cosette had a plan. That was to simp over the characters and save her favorite characters whilst hoping that the female and male lead still have their happy ending. In a world that was already written and events that were expected to happen whether or not they wanted to, can Cosette change the course of their lives? Was overwriting the characters' fate could save them? Or would it just give them a much worse ending than what the author had given them? Watch Cosette as she tried to become the superfan and give the dark-themed story some light. ---- A part of the Wild Series: Wild Young Fan: Saving the Villain! Cover photo not mine. Credits to the artist.

BAJJ · 现代言情
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398 Chs

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[ FLASHBACK ]

Note: This chapter is a narration of the original timeline. It's not a memory being recalled by any of the characters as it was part of the end of Volume 3.

Cosette stood on the balcony wearing a champagne dress wrapped tightly around her curves. She had her arms folded under her chest, holding a glass of wine she had been savoring to keep herself from the cold night breeze blowing past her face. 

Her eyelashes, which were like butterfly wings, fluttered ever so slowly, glancing over her shoulder upon hearing the door open. She only caught a pair of black shoes approaching her, but instantly recognized the man. 

There was only one person who would wear such shoes, and make them look pleasing to the eye.