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The Hundred Years Villainess

"Luck and gifts you will have it all. Everything you desire and put your mind on. But that one craving, you will never own. As fate and the gods will collude to derail your goal." Lyrica was ecstatic when she found out that after finishing a reverse harem royal romance novel, she woke up in the body of her favorite character who shares the same name as her! Even more so when she met face to face with her adored (bias) character--the attractive General Calais Parcell! However, soon, she finds out that every human in the new world hates her even without a valid reason! Not one, not even her own parents and siblings! Being loved and well-liked by everyone in her previous life, watch her struggle in this new world where everyone hates and wants to kill her! Snippets: “You should be ashamed of yourself, Calais! Have you ever... Have you ever taken a look inside of you and wondered what kind of person you are?!” “No, Lyrica. I can see how you look at me, and I know that I am not that bad after all.” "But all I see is a charming mask! And no matter how beguiling that lovely mask looks, once you take that off, inside, you are still what you are, someone hollow and empty, with no principles other than what other people project on you!"

Scintillate09 · Fantasy
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196 Chs

Chapter 149 - Kingdom's Fate

My heart races as I watch Gavin decide the fate of his kingdom… and mine. He is trying to process things — all the implications — everything else will be placed on the table.

He takes another deep breath, exhaling slowly before meeting my gaze once more. "Alright," he finally says, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I accept your terms."

My eyes widen in surprise at his agreement. I lean in towards him eagerly and pull him into a tight hug.

"Thank you!" I say, as I pull back.

"I want to be with you, Lyrica," he says, his voice low and strained. "You know that."

"You want someone with lots of risks involved?"

He reaches out, brushing a lock of hair away from my face before gently cupping my cheeks with his large hand. It is a well-accepted gesture, especially with how roughly I've been treated by all the humans here.