𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲. n.
- revelation, insight, discovery, breakthrough.
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❝In the vast expanse of the universe, finding you has been my greatest discovery.❞
𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗛𝗪𝗔 𝗔𝗨. When an author is thrown inside the draft of a book h...
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「 𝗖𝗛. 1 」
"Visions."
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"Y/n!"
Lady Y/n L/n, daughter of the prestigious Dukedom of Ravenmoor, a prodigy at the age of twelve.
Intelligent, sharp-tongued, straightforward, she is the epitome of high society.
She stands at the peak, relishing in wealth, fame, and power.
Y/n thus had a destiny. A destiny to be a villainess.
There is no story without a villainess.
You are Y/n L/n.
You are the villainess.
The villainess of a draft your younger self had written years ago, buried in the depths of your computer's files.
You had been sleeping just fine the night before, dressed plainly in your nightwear, about to finally become an official author with the release of your first novel the day after.
So why were you suddenly teleported into this book???
Of course, you had panicked when you woke up, finding yourself in a queen-sized bed with pyjamas you could never afford with your measly salary.
You had looked down at your hands, which had now shrunk to ones befitting of a twelve year old, and stared agape at your reflection in the mirror.
You touched your face, then pinched yourself.
Yes, the pain is real, but that also means your beauty and riches are real.
You were quick to embrace your new reality as a villainess of the romance novel a high school amateur had attempted writing.
You were overjoyed you could enjoy such riches. Up until that point of time, the body you had assumed you possessed retained its memories— and thus you were able to go about your day, not raising any suspicions.
Being the daughter of a Duke meant you could enjoy the finest clothing, pastries, and service.
However, you had raised some eyebrows when you suddenly spit out your tea during your tea break sometime in the afternoon, having been hit by the notion that Y/n L/n died in your novel at the age of eighteen.
Your jaw dropped as you raised your shaky little fingers to count.
