All Chapters of Reborn: The Duke’s Unbothered Villainess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke up.And the most shocking thing?No pain.Odd. Not a single throb behind my eyes, no needles in my veins, no nurses whispering about my charts like I was already halfway to the afterlife. Just clean silence and the soft rustle of sheets that weren’t hospital-grade polyester.Weird, right?I’ve had one foot in the grave since I was six. Terminal, incurable, "we tried everything short of resurrecting Einstein to fix you" kind of disease. My life was an endless loop of IV drips, white walls, and my mom crying quietly in the bathroom thinking I couldn’t hear her.But now?Now I wake up feeling like I did before I knew what a prescription refill looked like. My head didn’t hurt. My bones weren’t screaming. My lungs weren’t on strike. I could breathe.I blinked up at a canopy overhead—rich, velvet, embroidered with little golden threads like it belonged to someone who casually owned entire countries. The curtains were drawn back just slightly, letting in the kind of golden sunlight y

By sundown, the entire mansion was buzzing.Every corridor, every shadowed corner of every overly-decorated hall was thick with whispers. I wasn’t just Lady Abby MacMayer anymore.No, no. I had been promoted.To Lady Abby, the Slapper of Chefs. The Book-Hungry Phoenix. The Cursed Comeback Queen.Apparently, my demand for books—yes, plural—and my dramatic kitchen slap had shaken the household hierarchy to its core. Some maids stared at me like I’d grown a second head. Others tiptoed around me like I’d explode if they breathed wrong.They called it a curse. They said I wasn’t the same Abby.That maybe I died and something darker came back.“Her eyes are different,” they whispered.“She’s asking for books—books!”“What if the poison didn’t fail… What if it succeeded?”And honestly? Fair. Very fair.But I didn’t care. I was in the library, flipping through spell theory, kingdom history, and suspiciously blank family ledgers like a student cramming for a test I was never invited to.Then t

And control? Well, the dukes were obsessed with it. And don’t even get me started on the other kingdoms. I read their stats like I was reading character sheets for a MMORPG:The West KingdomNo oceans. No dungeons. But mountains for days.Good for mining. Metals, stones, smithing.Think dwarves, forges, big axes, grumpy nobles.Second most powerful, but not magical. They relied on alliances and trade.The East KingdomDesert. Dry. Hot. Political snakes in silk robes.No forests, no mana fields, no dungeon entry.Zero natural magic, so they trade or steal it.Known for black market mana and sketchy assassins with glowing tattoos.If the North is rich and glowing, the East is shady and starving.The South KingdomCold. Ocean-locked. No land, no farms.Almost eternal winter. Like Elsa got emotional and never recovered.Their strength lies in sea trade, secret ships, and weird forbidden magic no one talks about out loud.Creepy, mysterious, and often overlooked—until they flood your docks

“Oh please, Alana. You once cried because your cloak got wrinkled at the winter ball.”Gasps. Glorious gasps. The queen smirked. Alaric coughed into his glove, and I swear to all the dungeons, that man was hiding a laugh.The king raised a hand. “Enough. We heard the rumors. We summoned witnesses. The poisoning was real. The mistreatment? Verified. The knight? In the infirmary. And the spy?”A guard stepped forward with a mangled cloak and half a boot. “We found him in the forest edge, Your Majesty. Crashed through two trees. Still unconscious.”I smiled.“Oops.”The queen smirked.Alaric? He looked curious.Then the king stood.Everyone shut up.“You wield a power the royal archives marked as extinct. Not even our bloodline bears lightning anymore. Yet you—untrained, unwanted—awakened it in a moment of fury.”“Yes,” I said.“Do you know what this means?”I tilted my head. “That I’m special and should be given snacks and a title?”The queen actually laughed. A short, sharp one. It sou

I adjusted my cloak. “I am no longer Lady Abigail of House MacMayer. That girl? She died.”Lightning flickered across my wrist—just enough to remind them of exactly who they were dealing with.“I am Abby. I am the unbothered, unhinged, possibly divine villainess of your worst nightmares. And you?” I smirked. “You’re just another footnote in my glow-up saga.”Alana sniffled. Algebra looked like he wanted to faint. Father opened his mouth again—I raised one brow.“And if you ever try to use my name, power, or story again, I’ll come back. Not as your daughter. But as your karma.”They flinched.I turned to leave, sweeping up my little box like a queen with nothing to prove. At the door, I paused.“Oh, and Father?”They looked up.“Suck my dick… or whatever that means.”And then I was gone.Out the estate. Back into the carriage.As the gates closed behind me, I exhaled slowly.Because damn.That felt good.****Inside the carriage, alone again. No royal audience. No father to sass into