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The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me Novel
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56 totalRecent chapters
- 001Chapter 1
- 002Chapter 2
- 003Chapter 3
- 004Chapter 4
- 005Chapter 5
- 006Chapter 6
- 007Chapter 7
- 008Chapter 8
- 009Chapter 9
- 010Chapter 10
- 011Chapter 11
- 012Chapter 12
- 013Chapter 13
- 014Chapter 14
- 015Chapter 15
- 016Chapter 16
- 017Chapter 17
- 018Chapter 18
- 019Chapter 19
- 020Chapter 20
- 021Chapter 21
- 022Chapter 22
- 023Chapter 23
- 024Chapter 24
- 025Chapter 25
- 026Chapter 26
- 027Chapter 27
- 028Chapter 28
- 029Chapter 29
- 030Chapter 30
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About this novel
On my deathbed, I finished writing The Order of Love. When consciousness returned, reality shattered.
"What the fuck?"
I'd been thrust into my own novel—not as the destined hero or the feared villain, but as Vivian D. Zenithara, the doomed heir whose death at twenty-three would unleash the villainess everyone dreaded.
Death had already claimed me once. Now, bound by fate to die again, I discovered two unexpected salvation: a system tied to my very existence, and her.
My fiancée. The villainess. In the pages I'd written, she was ice and cruelty, a name whispered in terror. But reality proved far different—she showed me gentleness, kindness, a tenderness reserved only for me.
With my remaining time slipping away like sand through desperate fingers, can I rewrite the tragedy I authored? Can I escape my doomed fate, understand the woman beside me, and survive what I once decreed as inevitable? Or will the story I created consume me before I can change its ending?
"What the fuck?"
I'd been thrust into my own novel—not as the destined hero or the feared villain, but as Vivian D. Zenithara, the doomed heir whose death at twenty-three would unleash the villainess everyone dreaded.
Death had already claimed me once. Now, bound by fate to die again, I discovered two unexpected salvation: a system tied to my very existence, and her.
My fiancée. The villainess. In the pages I'd written, she was ice and cruelty, a name whispered in terror. But reality proved far different—she showed me gentleness, kindness, a tenderness reserved only for me.
With my remaining time slipping away like sand through desperate fingers, can I rewrite the tragedy I authored? Can I escape my doomed fate, understand the woman beside me, and survive what I once decreed as inevitable? Or will the story I created consume me before I can change its ending?
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