The Greatest Villainess (Completed)

Chapter 1

Warning: This chapter contains violence, killing, and strong language. This is not edited so expect typos and grammatical errors.

I grinned as I finished writing the scene where the Empress nearly lost her balance inside the room where the luncheon was being held. Scattered across the floor were shards of broken cups, the result of a maidservant's mishap. The first concubine had orchestrated the whole incident.

I yawned, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. Writing allows me to bring all the impossible scenarios to life. It's a way for me to freely express everything in my mind. Being an introvert, I find solace in spending time alone. I have a tendency to be straightforward, sometimes to the point of unintentionally hurting someone's feelings.

Curious, I opened the comments from my readers. To my delight, there were plenty of hate-filled responses. Strangely enough, that was even more gratifying.

I shut down my laptop and lay down. This is my daily routine: wake up in the morning, cook, eat, bathe, write all day, and then sleep. It may sound boring, but I love this kind of life.

Living alone in my apartment, there's no one to tell me what to do.

Even as I closed my eyes, my mind continued to churn, conjuring up countless scenarios until I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I WOKE UP past midnight, my stomach grumbling with hunger. Still half-asleep, I dragged myself to the kitchen and opened the fridge, but I jumped when something shattered nearby. My eyes darted around the room. My brow furrowed in confusion. How did my vase on the side break? I don't have any pets, so what could have caused it?

Closing the fridge, I cautiously approached the broken vase, my brow still knitted in thought. "What the hell?" I muttered, bending down to pick up a crumpled piece of paper that had somehow ended up among the shards. I unfolded it.

My eyes widened. "What kind of joke is this?!" may nakasulat sa papel na I WILL KILL YOU. Marahas kong pinagpunit ang papel habang nanginig ang kalamnan ko. I am not scared, I'm pissed!

Napahilot ako sa sentido. Just what the fuck was that? Nawalan na ako ng ganang kumain pa kaya dumiretso na ako sa kwarto.

Pagkatapos ng insedenteng iyun hindi na ako mapalagay dahil nasundan pa iyun ng ilang beses. Akala ko pinagloloko lamang ako ng kabilang room dahil isang beses kinulit ako ng babae na iyun para lumabas ng madalas pero hindi na iyun nasundan pa, mukhang nahalata niyang hindi niya ako mapipilit.

I took a deep breath. I should focus on completing my novel. Those are just a prank from fuckers na walang magawa sa buhay.

Pinatunog ko muna ang mga buto sa daliri bago ako nagsimula sa pagtipa. The scene I'm about to write involves the concubines conspiring to eliminate the Empress by having her drink poison.

Just as I was about to start, I heard a loud thud. I immediately stood up, a sense of unease creeping over me. My eyes darted around the room as I quickly grabbed the pencil from the table, gripping it tightly. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Shit, this is really making me paranoid.

I began to move, each step measured and cautious. Slowly, I reached for the doorknob, my breath growing heavier with anxiety.

Just as I was about to turn it, the door was suddenly pushed open with force, sending me crashing to the floor. My eyes widened in shock as I looked up to see the figure responsible. My breath caught in my throat-it was a person dressed entirely in black. I couldn't make out their face because it was covered by a mask. I swallowed hard and immediately pointed the pencil at them, my hand trembling. "W-who are you? What do you want!" My voice wavered, rising slightly in pitch as fear took hold.