Lahat ng Kabanata ng Surviving As The Villainess:Rise Of The Reborn Luna Princess: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 1AVALINEThe hot water burned my hands as I furiously scrubbed the grease from another plate, but I barely felt it anymore, as I had gotten used to it. Pain had become my constant companion over the years, it didn't matter if it came from the pain of doing endless hours of labor or the deeper wound that was in my chest every time I watched Dion and Alistar pour their attention on Solaya while treating me like the gym underneath their shoes. Absolute trash.I should have known better by now. I should have stopped hoping that they would see me as more than an orphaned servant girl, who they owed their lives to. But hope was a stubborn thing, clinging to my heart like a parasite that refused to die no matter how much poison I fed it.The kitchen door was suddenly thrown open with such force that it slammed against the stone wall, making me jump and nearly drop the plate I was holding. I turned around quickly, wondering what could have happened for this noise to happen in the

Chapter 3AVALINEI gasped awake, my heart beating hard against my ribs as I felt the phantom pain of being burned alive. I could still smell the smoke and I grabbed my throat, expecting to see burned skin. But all I felt was smooth unmarked skin that was still in its original appearance.I was very confused as I looked around and I blinked rapidly, trying to focus on my surroundings. This wasn't the burning stake, where I was being jeered to death for a crime I didn't commit.Rather I was in my small servant's quarters, lying on the narrow cot that served as my bed, and the room was being illuminated by the light from the room that was coming in through the open windows.But how? I remembered dying. I remembered being burned alive while watching Aida trying her best to save me.A weak noise from the corner of the room made me freeze instantly. I turned my head slowly, hardly daring to breathe, and there she was. Aida was lying down on the pile of blankets I had made for her on the

Chapter 5AVALINEThe slap came so fast I barely saw it coming. Dion had slapped me so hard that the force of it alone sent me stumbling backward. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, holding my burning cheek as I tried to regain my vision shaking my head to get rid of the stars dancing around in my eyes.I could taste the metallic liquid in my mouth from where I had bitten my tongue, as I looked at them with anger and fear in my eyes. "Dion, no!" Solaya's voice was filled with what happened to her genuine stress and worry for me. I looked up to see her rushing toward me, her blue eyes, filled with shock as she continued speaking, scolding them. "You didn't need to hit her!"She knelt beside me, her hands moving around my injured face as if she wanted to help but didn't know how to."Oh, Avaline, I'm so sorry. You didn't mean to insult them, did you? You were just worried about the little girl."Her acting was remarkable as usual. In my previous life, I had been fooled by exactly

Chapter 7AVALINEThe walk back to my quarters felt like an eternity. Every step sent shooting pains through my battered body, and I was acutely aware of how I must look – disheveled, bruised, and broken. The brothers had escorted me part of the way before disappearing, no doubt to prepare for their father's return and the dinner that would follow.As I pushed open the door to my small room, I was greeted by a sight that made my heart clench with both joy and guilt. Aida was there, her small form bent over as she attempted to make my bed with sheets that were far too large for her tiny hands. She had clearly been trying to tidy the room, probably worried about me during my absence.She looked so much better than she had when I'd left her in the healing chambers. Her color had returned, and though she still seemed a bit weak, the fever had clearly broken completely. Elder Mira had done excellent work, as always.The moment Aida turned around and saw me, her entire face lit up with a ra

Chapter 9AVALINE The formal dining room had been transformed and decorated just in time for Alpha Monroe's return. The long mahogany table seemed to shine brightly under the candlelight, and the surface was also arranged with a set of finest china and silver. I took my seat at the table, deliberately choosing the chair directly across from where Dion and Alistar typically sat rather than squeezing myself between them as I had always done before, using the dinner as an excuse to latch onto them and savoir every little bit of attention that I could get away with before dinner ended.The distance felt strange in a way but actually quite liberating than I expected– for the first time in years, I wasn't desperately trying to insert myself into their space.Alpha Monroe sat at the head of the table, his presence seemed to be commanding even in casual conversation. He was a huge stoic man in his fifties, with silver that was becoming present as well in his dark hair and eyes that missed n