All Chapters of I Was Reborn as the Villainess, With a System: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Silence ruled the study of the Rosenthal Estate.The only sound disturbing the stillness was the slow, rhythmic tapping of Evelina’s fingers against the dark oak desk.Tap.Tap.Tap.Three days had passed since Alice’s spectacular downfall at the Winter Masquerade.The royal court was in chaos. Prince Cedric’s political future had been reduced to ashes, while the Rosenthal family’s influence had risen to a terrifying new height. Nobles who once whispered Evelina’s name with contempt now spoke it with caution.By every measure of the original story…Evelina had won.Then why was her survival rate still dangerously low?Her fingers stopped.Evelina closed her eyes and summoned the familiar interface hidden within her consciousness.A translucent blue screen appeared behind her eyelids.[HOST STATUS]Name: Evelina RosenthalRole: VillainessIntelligence: 380Magic Ability: Dark Magic — Level 3Survival Rate: 28%Twenty-eight percent.After everything she had accomplished, it was still on

Evelina had no intention of celebrating her victory at the Imperial Court.There was no time for it.While her father dealt with the political mess left behind by Prince Cedric's failed scheme, Evelina was already working on her next move. The System had rewarded her with five hundred gold and a secret guild license, but she knew better than to waste either.Money could buy weapons.Influence could buy loyalty.But information could destroy an enemy before they even realized a war had begun.Three days after the trial, Evelina stood inside a hidden chamber beneath one of the most expensive tea houses in the capital.From above, the establishment looked completely ordinary. Wealthy ladies visited for afternoon tea, merchants held quiet meetings, and nobles often gathered there to exchange gossip.None of them knew that several meters beneath their feet was a heavily secured underground vault.A long mahogany table occupied the center of the room.Five people sat around it.None of them

Two hours before dawn, the forest surrounding the eastern wing of the Rosenthal Estate was swallowed by darkness.The moon hung low behind a layer of clouds, casting only faint traces of silver light between the towering trees. The wind whispered through the branches, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine.Thirty royal knights moved silently through the forest.Or at least, they tried to.Their armor had been wrapped in cloth to muffle the sound of metal, while their horses were led carefully between the trees. Each man knew the importance of the mission. They were not there to fight.They were there to plant evidence.Several heavily guarded iron chests were being carried toward the Rosenthal vaults. Inside them were forbidden dark-magic artifacts—corrupted crystals, cursed remains, and objects that could easily be used as proof of treason.Once the evidence was discovered, the Rosenthal family would have nowhere to run.The captain raised one hand, bringing the group to a halt.

Late that night, the Rosenthal estate had fallen into complete silence. The servants had already retired to their quarters, and the halls that were usually filled with footsteps and whispers were now illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight. Inside her private study, Evelina sat behind a massive oak desk covered with maps, financial records, military reports, and documents concerning the noble families of the empire. Unlike the other ladies of her age, Evelina had no interest in jewelry, dances, or romantic gossip. Her attention was fixed entirely on survival.She leaned back in her chair and stared at the pile of documents before her. Everything she had accomplished during the past few days should have been enough to change her fate. She had broken her engagement with the Crown Prince, exposed corrupt treasurers, recovered millions of gold coins, and secured control over the Rosenthal family's finances. Yet something still bothered her.The System.It had been strangely quiet

Pain was the last thing Evelina remembered. The blinding headlights of a truck, the screech of metal, and the cold silence of death.​When she opened her eyes, she was no longer on a wet asphalt street. She was sitting in front of a grand vanity mirror dressed in a crimson silk gown.​"Lady Evelina? Are you listening to me?"​Evelina turned her head slowly. Standing beside her was a maid holding a bottle of perfume, looking at her with hidden disdain.​A flood of memories rushed into Evelina’s mind. She looked at her reflection: sharp amber eyes, silver hair, and a face built for arrogance. She had not just died—she had been reborn as Evelina Rosenthal, the tragic villainess of a popular novel she had read in her past life.​According to the original plot, Evelina was framed for poison, abandoned by her family, dumped by her fiance Prince Cedric, and executed by Duke Lucien Valemont.​A foolish end for someone with this much wealth and beauty, Evelina thought, a sharp, dangerous smil