Rebirth Of The Villainess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.

This was someone playing a much deeper game. "She played us all," I muttered. "Or she learned how to play fast," Fenric corrected, rubbing the back of his neck. "She foiled her father, she rejected the Alpha, she took her inheritance, and she secured a safe, isolated home. All in less than twenty-four hours. That's a rebirth if I ever saw one." Rebirth. The word echoed in my mind. It felt like that. The woman in the hallway had been a stranger wearing Calla’s face.

Discarded. One thing was certain, the owner of this body was dead and gone, and she had taken her place. She was dealt a cruel fate, coming back to the same reality. However, she was reborn, and even though she did not know how, unlike the previous owner of this body, she will not follow the same path. Fate had given her a second chance, and she would not take it for granted. So, until she fulfilled her one goal, she would wear this facade and become someone else. As long as she could exert her revenge and destroy her enemies, she would gladly become Lillia.

The screen confirmed the impossible: the same date, the same time. I had really gone back. I was back on the day Adrian told me he had a "surprise"—the day he brought his mistress, Victoria, into our home and claimed she was his cousin. A rush of cold, vengeful energy surged through me. God had answered my prayers. I had a second chance, and I wasn't going to waste a single second of it.

"Uriel is strong, but still naive. She does not understand the darkness that lies ahead. How do we know she will come to us when the time is right?" Morrigan’s eyes gleamed beneath her hood. "She will come. The bond between her and the child is stronger than she can fathom. It is through that bond that we shall reach her. And through her, we shall break the chains that have bound us for centuries." And all that has caused us pain and sorrows, made us feel like being a witch is rather a curse than a blessing, they have made us feel like the afterlife is better than living now, they have cast us away from the normal beings, they have imprisoned our spirits and let us suffer in pains. We will m

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

A flicker of warmth before the cold reclaimed her. She hated that thought. But she couldn’t shake it. So she threw herself into the work instead. Into calling old contacts, drafting proposals, reinventing herself again as Emma Vale, private consultant extraordinaire. If she stayed busy enough, maybe the ache would be dull. Maybe.

I removed my coat, brushing dust from the Bathory ruins off my skin. Then I looked into the mirror. Andrei was right about one thing. Something had awakened. The woman in the mirror wasn’t a monster. She wasn’t a slave. She wasn’t a puppet. She wasn’t the frightened assassin Valentina shaped. She was something else entirely: A sovereign. A creature older than fear. A bloodline reborn. I wiped the last remnants of dirt from my cheek and whispered to my reflection: “I am not your weapon, Valentina.” My eyes glowed, brighter, sharper, colder.

So naturally, everyone hated her. And now… I was her. Rude. 4. I, on the other hand, have a functioning brain, sass, and an anime obsession. And that makes all the difference. Because here’s the thing: I know every trope. The useless noble girl who gets reincarnated? Been there. The magical world where mana = power? Yup. The misunderstood villainess arc? Absolutely. The fake marriage with a brooding duke who secretly has trauma and abs? Yes, please. I know how this plays out—and I’m not letting them kill me off in Chapter 3 this time.