Reborn As The Villainess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My mother, still young and reckless at the time, had shapeshifted into human form and ventured onto land, where she fell in love with my father at first sight. To stay with him, she took a potion and transformed permanently into a human. It cost her dearly—she only had five years left to live. Before she died, she gave birth to me and sealed away my beastly nature. In my past life, I broke the seal on my beast blood to bear Max a child. It was a slow form of suicide. Though I eventually succeeded in conceiving, my snake essence drained day by day… until my life ran out. This time, I would never sacrifice myself so foolishly again.

At some point, Denise had managed to conceal a knife, and before anyone could react, she raised it high and plunged it deep into William’s body. Everyone froze, stunned into inaction. She moved mechanically, repeatedly stabbing him—each time withdrawing the blade only to drive it in again. Blood spattered across her face and clothes, her voice a haunting whisper as she muttered over and over, "I’m not a bastard child. I’m the real heiress. I’m not a bastard child. I’m not..." --- By the time the police and ambulance arrived, Denise was in a trance, seemingly disconnected from reality. The police cuffed her hands behind her back, and as they led her past me, she whispered once more, "I’m not

I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us. Their knives gleamed with malicious intent as my half-open shirt caught their attention. Out of options, I played along with their demands to protect Russell, buying him time to slip away. To cover his escape, I leaned into their cruelty, enduring horrors that left me broken. By the time he returned with the police, I was barely alive. Someone spread the news, and it blew up online. Russell was hailed as a courageous hero who risked everything to save me. I, however, was branded a reckless, immoral woman, spat on by strangers who called me vile names.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

the lady said. I just watched as she sat beside me. I didn't say a word. Because I didn't even know who she was. "I know you hate me for planning to marry you off?" What? I’m getting married? And where exactly am I? Am I alive again? In... a different form? "But Saera, this is the only way I can hide the fact that you are a witch," continued the woman calling me her daughter. 'I will come back. I will return as a witch to punish you all.' The words suddenly echoed in my mind.

Her hair was mussed against her face, but she was probably unaware of it, and the black linen dress suited her beautifully. Usually, black was a common color, but it looked especially different on her, and despite its thin material, it made her look very attractive. "Your sister killed you in... in your other life?" he inquired, trying to go along with her half-brained story. "No," she countered, shaking her head vehemently. "Cassidy is my stepsister, not my biological sister. She hated me and set me up with her fiance. On the same day, she killed me. I believe I was sent back to take my revenge on her. To do that, I cannot be married to you. I'm sorry, Master Nolan."

Seven arcs around a circle. One by one, they lit up. But before she could finish the seventh, someone else entered the room. Sybilla. She didn’t speak. She only raised her hand—and the woman fell, lifeless. Blood pooled under her, soaking into the sigil. And Sybilla took her place beside the cradle. That’s when I knew. I had been rewritten. Whatever I was supposed to be—had been hijacked. Not born cursed. But reborn under the curse.

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 process eased the tremor in her bones, restoring a flicker of color to her ashen face. She stood before the mirror, examining the reflection of her exquisitely beautiful, delicate young face. A chilling, detached smile stretched her lips. Even in her dreams, her soul refused to rest easy. Her rebirth was not a gift of peace, but a mandate for vengeance. The score was not settled; she had new enemies and old debts to collect. But first, she looked down at the atrocious, threadbare cotton coat that was her only possession. She needed to rectify her embarrassing image.