【Chapter 1】

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*(𝐘/𝐍) 𝐩𝐨𝐯*


Sitting in a chair with my legs crossed over one and another with my arms folded only one thing crossed my mind while staring at the mirror,' what the fucking hell is this. '

I had (H/L) (H/C) hair that framed my (S/C) skin perfectly with plumb red lips and bright (E/C) eyes glaring right back at me. Why you may ask, was an 8-year-old saying no-no words and staring at herself in a mirror glaring at herself, well if you really want to know, here's the full story.

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When I was born my mother died conceiving me, so when she died my father came to the conclusion that I was at fault and did anything to make sure that I knew that, so when I became five my grandparents took me in and raised me, so for ten years everything was just perfect, though not everything lasts, and on December 21 they died of lung cancer. When they died they didn't leave much money for me so I had to get a job in a restaurant.

 So when I graduated I was unfortunately fired from the restaurant cause of a Karen but got a new job in a cafe and by then my best friend moved in with me to my grandparent's apartment. Then on a rainy day, I got fired because the cafe ran out of business, so when I was walking down a street an ignorant truck driver ran me over, and well for some reason instead of waking up in hell I woke up in an 8-year-olds body, yay.

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That's the end of the shitty story everyone, and here's the current story. I woke up with a hazy vision as I heard people faintly screaming out my name and saying other stuff as well. So when I got my full vision I looked around the room to find it all like this:

As well as, get this, women dressed as maids! So when I was confusedly looking around the room they served me some water, which I happily agreed to drink cause my throat was hella dry, I mean I didn't care if that was poisoned or something because...

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As well as, get this, women dressed as maids! So when I was confusedly looking around the room they served me some water, which I happily agreed to drink cause my throat was hella dry, I mean I didn't care if that was poisoned or something because I was still not in my right mindset.

So when I was I asked who I was and where was I exactly the maid just looked at me quizzically but answered anyway, "Young miss, you are in the Lionheart estate in your room. You were walking around the garden when you slipped on some mud and fell on your head causing your head to bleed, the doctor checked and said it would only leave a mark. As for who you are, you are (Y/N) Lionheart, the only daughter of the General of Oden."

With that said and done everything came in like a typhoon, I motioned my hand upwards as the maids quickly yet respectfully bowed down and left. The name, (Y/N) Lionheart, was the name of an otome game called Heavens Gate villainess femme fatale, she liked making men fall in love with her and then using them like dolls, so when the heroine came and showed them love they went for her instead of (Y/N), and whichever route you went for the villainess always died.

That leads us to where I am now, in the villainesses library, or my library trying to found out who I am. I up down everything that I knew about (Y/N) Lionheart, the heroine, the capture targets, and everything that I could recall about it.

Here's how the story goes, the heroine whose name is Violet Rosalind finds out she is the daughter of the Grand Duke of Dai, the right-hand man of the King, while (Y/N) father is the General of Oden and also deals with the most powerful banking tr...

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Here's how the story goes, the heroine whose name is Violet Rosalind finds out she is the daughter of the Grand Duke of Dai, the right-hand man of the King, while (Y/N) father is the General of Oden and also deals with the most powerful banking transactions in all of Oden which is pretty big considering that Oden is the capital of the empire which is pretty much the city that connects everything as well as it is the place where all the powerful people live at.

The heroine meets the male capture targets in Oden School of Magic which every person with any type and level of magic goes to train to try and become someone in the future, though to others it's just like a regular school and doesn't pay much attention to their magic. So that's pretty much it, I used to be very into it until I had to deal with work and other stuff so I stopped playing it and forgot it existed all together, and then I moved onto other otome games, and well the rest is history. 

Though where everything gets wrapped up is when one of the princes take succession of the throne, though I don't remember everything exactly so yeah, that's also where the villainess, me, gets killed with either magic or a sword, nice luck. That is where I would like to change that, my fate I mean, I will not die I shall live!

With that said I began to plot in my head how I was going to do this, well to me it was really simple, not to keep collecting men and just make sure I never have any connections with nobody, not even the heroine, and to make sure I do nothing to offend them.

Huffing, I jumped out of the seat and went towards my room that was thankfully connected to the library since I knew nothing of this place blueprints and it would be very suspicious if I asked someone for directions, though first things first, to have a talk with my parents about me having sword lessons.

(ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏᴋᴀʏ! ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜʏ ᴅᴀʏ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)

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