All Chapters of The Revenge of the Reincarnated Villainess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The maids guided Carmen carefully to the bathroom. As they approached the ornate door, Carmen's steps slowed, her eyes darting around to take in the breathtaking surroundings. The hallway leading to the bathroom gleamed with polished marble floors, the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns that shimmered in the soft light of a crystal chandelier. Every detail screamed extravagance, from the golden door handles carved in the shape of blooming flowers to the delicate paintings of serene landscapes that lined the walls. The maids pushed open the bathroom door, and Carmen's breath hitched. She stopped in her tracks, staring wide-eyed at the sight before her. The room was a masterpiece. It stretched wider than any living room she'd ever seen or been in, with high ceilings covered in a mosaic of painted stars and crescent moons that seemed to twinkle under the soft, glowing sconces. The floor was made of pearl-like tiles, cool and smooth, reflecting the warm golden light. But the cen

The heavy doors creaked open, their sound reverberating through the room and catching everyone's attention, particularly Carmen's. She hadn't left the room since she woke up, having spent her time inside. While the interior of her room was stunning, it was nothing compared to the grandeur of the hallways that stretched ahead, leading to God knows where. She took a deep breath, following the maids as they motioned for her to step through. For a moment, she hesitated. The unusual grandeur and architectural style still left her feeling unsettled, but from what she'd gathered, she was in a truly unfamiliar place-far, far from Manhattan. This wasn't Manhattan. It felt as though she had stepped into a scene from a weird fantasy movie.Taking a steadying breath, she stepped forward. The hallway behind was no less imposing. The polished marble floors gleamed under the golden glow of wall-mounted lanterns, their intricate carvings casting delicate shadows across the walls. Lined along the co

What do I remember? She thought, panic rising in her throat. What should I tell them? She clenched her fists beneath the table, her nails digging into her palms. She didn't remember anything from Daphne's life, but she had to tell them, at least something. The truth was a nightmare she couldn't escape. The images always flashing before her eyes-her husband's cold smile, her best friend's cruel laughter. Their hands, pushing her, shoving her onto the street as a truck hurtled toward her. The sound of screeching tires and the searing pain that followed. The betrayal burned as deeply as the memory of the impact. They let her die!How could she possibly share that with these strangers? These people who called her "daughter" with such sincerity in their voices? " I can't tell them, "no" she thought, her breath quickening. I can't tell them about my husband, my best friend, the ruin of my life. How would they even begin to understand? That I was dead? They might kill me. No, I can't, they