Twenty One: Bad Impressions

The carriage rolled to a smooth halt in front of Valeria's finest boutique, its golden crest shimmering under the hot, afternoon sun. A guard swiftly dismounted and approached the carriage, his polished black boots clicking against the cobblestone street. He extended a hand, bowing deeply as he reached for the door. As he opened it, the entire street seemed to pause. Conversations quieted, footsteps faltered as all eyes turned towards the carriage which had just stopped. Everyone recognized who that particular carriage belonged to. It was no news. Heads turned as whispers rippled through the crowd like a stone thrown into a still pond."Lady Daphne is here!" someone murmured."Look, everyone! It's Lady Daphne!" another gasped, pointing discreetly. "What is she doing here?" another asked. "I bet that poor shopkeeper is in trouble," another scoffed.People exchanged wide-eyed glances, their hushed voices barely concealing their curiosity and animosity. The infamous Lady Daphne had a

Last Updated : 2025-06-19

Twenty Two: I don’t Bristle At Her Name (Michael’s Pov)

The study was dimly lit, the scent of old parchment and burning cedar filling the air. Heavy bookshelves and vases lined the walls, their spines gilded with gold and ruby, proof of centuries of knowledge and wealth passed down through the Ruiz lineage. At the center of the room stood Lord Michael Ruiz, dressed in a dark navy tunic, his broad shoulders squared as he leaned slightly over his father's massive mahogany desk, which was soon going to be his once he took over as Duke the day he marries Lady Daphne. Only the thought of getting married to her made his mood bitter. Seated across from him was Duke Cyril Ruiz, his father, a man whose once blonde hair had begun to gray at the temples and brows. His face was carved with the weight of all his years of ruling and leading his people, his deep-blue eyes reflecting both wisdom and exhaustion as he studied his son intently. His wish wasn't to put his son in a loveless marriage. But with the way the situation of the empire was moving wei

Last Updated : 2025-06-20

Twenty three: A Dress Too Short For Tradition

The house of Vasquez was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, the sky, painted in hues of deep orange and indigo. By the time Carmen had returned from the boutique, the hallways of the palace were dimly lit with lanterns and glowing crystals and chandeliers, casting flickering shadows along the walls.The servants bowed as she passed, but their eyes lingered, filled with curiosity, but mostly, confusion. Word had spread. The tailors at the boutique were quite fast at spreading this news. The young lady of the house, in a coma for days, had not only woken up but was seen purchasing garments that no noblewoman of her standing would ever dare wear. Carmen paid them no mind. She climbed the grand staircase with measured, practiced steps, her thoughts running elsewhere.Keila and Ipu were hurrying to get to her chambers, their expressions hovering between excitement and apprehension. They hadn't even gotten to the palace yet and people in the palace already knew about the atrocit

Last Updated : 2025-06-21

Twenty Four: Edmund is Tom Holland and Kenji Kishimoto Combined

Her father sat at the head of the table, his heavy brows drawing together in confusion. Beside him, her mother pressed a hand to her chest as if she had just witnessed a ghost. Across from them sat her cousin, Edmund—a thorn in her side since childhood. His usual smug expression faltered, his spoon frozen midair. A few servants who were refilling goblets stood awkwardly, torn between lowering their gazes and sneaking glances at the spectacle before them. Carmen walked forward with unwavering confidence, the soft tap of her soft boots against the marble floor the only sound in the vast room. Then, whispers. Soft at first, then growing louder. “What is she wearing?” “Gods, but that’s—” “That’s a nightgown.” “No lady sits at the dinner table dressed for bed.” “She looks ridiculous.” Carmen pulled out her chair and sat down, completely unfazed. Her father cleared his throat, his jaw tightening. “Daphne.” She turned to him with an innocent smile. “Yes, Father?” H

Last Updated : 2025-06-27

Twenty Five: A Delay

“So, Daphne,” Edmund finally spoke, his eyes flickered over her. Assessing, before landing on her attire, he settled down his fork with a clink. “Well, this is new,” he drawled. “I must say, cousin, I never expected you to wear that to dinner.”“Mind your damn business, Edmund”, Carmen rolled her eyes.“Are we just going to ignore the fact that you’re dressed like a harlot?”Carmen tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Why? It’s comfortable.Edmund let out a short laugh. “Comfortable? It’s practically a nightgown.”She leaned back in her chair, deliberately relaxed. “And?”“And,” he gestured vaguely, “it’s hardly appropriate for a formal dinner.”“But this is not a formal dinner now, is it?” “You have no excuse silly girl” Her father cleared his throat. He had been extremely frustrated with Daphne’s new character since she woke up. Fair, his daughter was always rude, but since she woke up she’s become suspiciously nice and a lot more defiant. “Daphne, explain yourself. Why are you d

Last Updated : 2025-07-15

All Chapters of The Revenge of the Reincarnated Villainess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Twenty One: Bad Impressions

Twenty Two: I don’t Bristle At Her Name (Michael’s Pov)

Twenty three: A Dress Too Short For Tradition

Twenty Four: Edmund is Tom Holland and Kenji Kishimoto Combined

Twenty Five: A Delay