Reincarnated as the Villain’S Hated Bride
~•MORNING•~
I hope you all are fine 😊
[ASHFORD MANOR – EVELYN'S BEDROOM | 6:00 AM]
Vee {System}
(Floating over her head like a cursed alarm clock)
Rise and shine, Ashford Barbie!
Time to build your empire!
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Eyes still closed, blanket pulled over her face)
If you don’t shut up in 3 seconds…
I will design your funeral invitation. In glitter.
Vee {System}
(Snickers)
Love the energy! But sadly, you promised you’d hustle.
CEO life doesn’t sleep in.
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Sits up, hair a bird’s nest)
I was a CEO. Was.
Now I’m a hostage in velvet curtains.
Knock. Door opens slightly.
Xavier Ravencroft {ML/Villian}
(Casually walks in, buttoning his cuff links)
Awake already?
How… motivated of you.
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Blank stare)
And how unfortunate that you’re still here
Vee {System}
(Whispering to Evelyn)
He’s been pacing around since 5AM.
Thinking of ways to mentally torture you into divorcing him.
Xavier Ravencroft {ML/Villian}
(Leans on the door frame, smirking)
I hope you’re not expecting a warm welcome.
Just because we live under the same roof now… don’t get ideas.
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Slowly gets out of bed)
Oh don’t worry. If I ever get ideas, they’ll be dangerous.
Xavier Ravencroft {ML/Villian}
(Glances at her one last time)
I’ll be in the study.
Try not to ruin anything.
Vee {System}
(Blinking nervously)
Too early for war, guys…
Xavier Ravencroft {ML/Villian}
(Leaves)
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Yawns, looks at Vee)
Tell me again why I can’t murder him?
Vee {System}
(Deadpan)
Because this isn't your mafia world.
Also… laws.
Vee {System}
Okay. Now that your husband’s delightful energy has left...
Remember your old self?
The one who built an empire with lipstick, stilettos, and a savage business model?
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Blinks)
You mean the CEO of Moretti Luxe?
Vee {System}
Bingo.
And tell me—what’s one thing this place is desperately lacking?
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Thoughtful, looks at the clothes on her chair)
Style. Everything here looks like curtain leftovers.
Vee {System}
Exactly! You’ve got brains, taste, and deadly charm. So build it again. Start small. A name. A design. A spark.
Evelyn Ashford/ {FL\Villian's wife}
(Walks to her desk, pulls out parchment and charcoal pencil)
You know what?
I may be stuck in this world...
But fashion?
Fashion is universal.
Evelyn starts sketching—eyes focused, fingers swift, her CEO instincts kicking in like second nature.
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