THE VILLAINESS AWAKES

Rain softly pattered against the window beside me, a soothing background to my growing irritation. I was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a thin blanket, eyes glued to the last few pages of The Powerful Saintess—my current obsession and greatest source of frustration.

I flipped another page, my expression already contorting into disbelief. Seriously? The antagonist just died that easily? without even fighting back....why is there no powerful comeback?!

And the so called “saintess” is right now

crying dramatically, somehow adored by everyone even though she barely did anything because the one who did all the work is just her prince charming.

I slammed the book shut with a frustrated sigh. “Why is she always the favorite? She’s so useless it physically hurts my whole existence”

I stared at the ceiling, throwing my hands in the air dramatically. “If I were in that story, I’d be the perfect villainess. The powerful witch that everyone fears, with magic so strong the world would kneel before me!”

And suddenly a loud growl erupted from my stomach.

I blinked. “Okay. Evil Dolores, moments over.”

Dragging myself off the couch, I shuffled to the kitchen and opened the fridge, expecting to find at least something decent but all I saw was a blast of cold air that greeted me along with... disappointment.

It was just a water bottle and one sad looking lettuce leaf. That was it.

That's all inside.

“No eggs? No bacons? Not even instant noodles?” I muttered, squinting into the empty shelves like something might magically appear.

I closed the fridge and sighed. “Guess I’m going out.”

I slipped on my worn sneakers, grabbed my wallet, and headed to the door. The rain had lightened into a drizzle, just enough to make everything outside look a little gloomier. Hugging my hoodie tighter, I stepped out onto the sidewalk, still grumbling to myself.

“I just wanted a good villainess arc novel” I muttered. “Is that too much to ask?”

Then suddenly, all at once when I turned my head to the side....a truck was fastly driving towards me.

My whole body flew into the street....

I heard the screech.

And then….nothing.

The world tilted, everything slowed. My body felt weightless, like I was suspended in the moment right before pain.

Is my life just gonna end here...?

My thoughts echoed in the silence that followed. No screaming. No goodbyes but just a dull realization that's crashing in my mind like waves.

I’m not even that successful yet. I still have no job. No husband. No kids...

No money.

And with that last bitter thought, everything faded to black.

Why is the universe so cruel.....

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“Wake up, Miss.”

A strange voice pulled me out of the darkness, followed by the blinding sting of sunlight hitting my eyes. I squinted, groaning softly. My head felt heavy, my body sore in ways I couldn’t explain.

As my vision adjusted, I saw an unfamiliar woman wearing a formal maid attire with a tightly pinned bun and a scowl etched on her face, like waking me up was the worst part of her day.

“Ugh. Why am I even tasked to wake up an evil girl like you?” she muttered under her breath, clearly not caring if I heard.

I blinked, confused. Evil girl?

Sitting up slowly, I scanned the room. Everything around me looked....off. The bed was too soft, the sheets embroidered with gold thread. The ceiling had ornate carvings, and the air smelled faintly of lavender and something expensive. This wasn’t my tiny apartment.

Wait… didn’t I die? My heart skipped a beat for a moment

Maybe this is a hospital? I looked around again.

No.

There's no beeping machines. No IV drip. No sterile white walls.

This was too elegant and too historical coded to be an hospital.

“Help yourself. I don’t want to accompany you, Miss Monica,” the maid said coldly, her eyes narrowed as she looked down at me.

Monica.

My blood ran cold.

Monica...?

MONICA?!

I stumbled out of the bed and rushed to the nearest mirror, my feet nearly slipping against the polished floor. When I saw my reflection, I almost lost my breath.

This wasn’t my face.

Long blonde hair flowed past my shoulders with a soft wave to it. My eyes is red. Red?! They glowed faintly in the sunlight.

“Weird... ha...” I whispered to myself, touching my face. This can’t be real.

The maid sighed loudly behind me. “Don’t make Miss Angelica wait for you. It’s her debutante, after all. And a saint like her shouldn’t be kept waiting by a lowly life like you.”

She shoved a folded dress into my arms, not bothering to meet my gaze.

“Here’s your dress,” she said flatly before turning on her heel and walking out of the room, leaving me alone in this unfamiliar world.

I looked down at the dress. It was plain and its dull brown with faint embroidery. Nothing like the silk and lace I'd seen in the novels. This wasn’t the outfit of a noblewoman. It was a symbol of how low this Monica stood in this world.

So it’s true…

I’ve been reincarnated as Monica Vladilena Mirize.

Or maybe I'm just dreaming?

Dreaming or not.....this is my dream so I should live with it...

I'm the villainess.

The witch.

The half-sister of Angelica, the story’s heroine.

Though we didn’t share the same last name, we carried the same blood. Our father’s blood. But while Angelica had inherited love and admiration since birth because of her her ethereal white hair and ocean blue eyes.

She's literally a saint in every way while I was the cursed one.

I had blonde hair, but not the soft angelic kind. My red eyes made people whisper behind closed doors and called me unnatural or rather a witch.

...Which, well, wasn’t entirely wrong.

But no one knew that. No one except me.

Debutante huh.....this scene, I remember it.

Monica will poison Angelica.

But Monica didn't do it well because she got caught, tsk tsk tsk.

Since I'm here....why not spice up things a little bit?

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