Rebirth As The Villainous Duke นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

My upper body is leaning on him while my legs are fully stretched on the couch, as he’s stroking my hair. “So tell me what’s your ace? Does it get us the contract?” I ask eagerly “No but it’ll hurt the old fool” he replies with a scowl on his face “How so?” “While your strategy is to research the personal and professional lives of your potential clients, I play a little dirty by digging into their hidden secret lives” he says and kisses my forehead. “So you know a dirty secret about him? That is your ace?” I ask “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, when I’m done with this old man, he’ll know why I’m called the King of London” He adds

In the previous life, this drama had downplayed the second lead's identity, focusing on the cold and unfeeling immortal being won over by the little angel, emphasizing the romantic storyline. With the second lead's character altered to be unappealing, she came across as a crazed witch and a malicious supporting character. However, the second lead was originally the immortal's first wife from his mortal days, who was wrongfully killed as he pursued the path of immortality. The heavens spared her, granting her a new chance and leading her into the path of demonic cultivation. Driven by clear-cut emotions of love and hatred, she sought revenge, planning to repay her husband in kind by killing h

I exclaimed. "Damn it, Eleanor, open your eyes!. This isn't about jealousy. I'm trying to make you see that Ducan isn't who he claims to be. Ducan is the demon king, you are in love with the same being that murdered your father and forced your hand in marriage!" He yelled at the top of his voice. I angrily raised my hand and pointed a finger at him. "I won't listen to your lies Victor so just give up on your stupid plan of breaking us apart." I spat then turned to walk away.

"They're with us," Ravencroft said. "As are half the nobles here. We're taking the kingdom back. Humans ruling humans. Demons back to their realm. And the corrupted prince dealt with appropriately." Adrian felt Cassian's rage through the bond, barely contained. Don't. It's a trap. They want you to attack. I know. But they're threatening you. We're stronger than this. Trust me. Aloud, Adrian said calmly, "Duke Ravencroft, you've just admitted to treason in front of two hundred witnesses. That's impressively stupid."

On the day I was reborn, back at the royal bride selection, my older sister Amelia immediately claimed Lysander, the husband I'd had in my previous life. He was the serpent King's illegitimate son. Watching her cling to Lysander's arm in wild delight, I knew my sister had been reborn too. In our previous life, Amelia, the elder daughter of House Ellison, had immediately chosen Draco Ashford, the rightful heir. Draco was famously cold. He never once touched her after the wedding, then died in battle in the North less than a month later.

The “demon prince.” In my past life, I had only ever heard whispers about him. I heard he was dangerous, unpredictable, someone people avoided rather than crossed. The kind of man you didn’t want to owe anything to. And yet, here he was, in this room. In this moment that had been meant to destroy me. My lips curved slowly, a plan forming in my mind as the pounding on the door grew louder. Perfect!

“Anyway, enough of those sluts. I had to do that. They were all making me weak. I’m not weak. Their men weren’t good enough, and all they had was me. I’m a fucking king. They should treat me like one. It’s what I am. I’m a king, and they should have been happy to just serve me. Useless fucking sluts. All of them. All of you females are.” He shoved her again, but this time she was prepared and managed to keep her footing. She wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, she kept walking, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he scared her. “So, I need to be reborn. The sleuth, their stench is all over me. I can’t stand it. I need to be clean. We’re all born in water, and I will have to di

“It was made to look like an accident. A fall from a horse. But I knew. I found the evidence - a tampered bridle, a paid-off stable hand. I took it to my brother, the King. He saw the truth. And he told me to let it go.” That anger never warmed. It stayed frozen, sharp enough to cut after all those years. Names mattered too much. Too many of them tangled in the dark. One spark could crack the whole realm apart. He called it duty. Said I had to stand like armor, even if it crushed me. So I put her into the ground. Then I buried the part of myself that still hoped for fairness. Now they call me the Duke of Ashes. The walls around me aren’t meant to block others. They hold back what burns insid