Billionaire Villainess (Unedited)

New Appearance (Edited 8/31/24)

A soft groan echoed through the extravagantly furnished room, breaking the heavy silence.

"Ugh... my head hurts... and my sides too..." The woman muttered as she slowly blinked her eyes open, emerging from the depths of unconsciousness.

As she pushed herself up from the bed, she instinctively covered her face with her hand, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to soothe the throbbing pain.

Once her vision cleared, she took in her surroundings. "Where am I?" she murmured, her voice tinged with confusion.

The room before her was adorned with luxurious silks and satins, complemented by gems and crystals that reflected the soft light. The sheer opulence of the space was overwhelming, the wealth it displayed almost garish in its intensity.

"Why am I in a place like this?" she wondered aloud, her voice shaky as she tried to make sense of her situation.

She attempted to slide off the bed but stumbled, her legs feeling weak and unfamiliar. Steadying herself, she noticed a vanity across from the bed and, with unsteady steps, made her way toward it.

When she finally caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, she froze, her breath catching in her throat.

"What the hell...?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "This... this isn't me!"

The woman staring back at her had damaged, dyed blonde hair and pale baby blue eyes. Dark circles loomed beneath her eyes, accentuating the gauntness of her face. Her skin was so pale it appeared almost translucent, and her body was so frail it seemed a gust of wind could blow her away.

She raised a trembling hand to her face, watching in horror as the reflection mirrored her movements.

"No... My eyes are supposed to be gray, and my hair should be brown... What the hell is going on?" she whispered, the reality of the situation beginning to dawn on her.

She was Judith Collins—yet the woman in the mirror was a stranger.

Judith—or whoever she was now—turned away from the mirror, her mind racing.

"I died, didn't I?" she murmured, fragments of her last moments flashing before her eyes. She remembered the truck, the blinding pain, and the darkness that swallowed her whole. It was a violent, traumatic death for someone so young.

Staggering back to the bed, she sat down, her hands resting limply in her lap.

"I died and... reincarnated? No... transmigrated? Did I really become one of those characters from the stories I read on Wattpad?" she asked herself, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Silence enveloped her as she grappled with the reality of her situation.

"Wow... just wow. I never thought something like this would happen to me. But... who am I now?"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her skull, a blinding migraine that forced her to clutch her head.

Memories—foreign and disjointed—flooded her mind, overwhelming her with a torrent of images and sensations.