The Villainess Returns
I swore I was done with cruelty. After years of playing the villainess to protect my husband’s throne, I stepped away—soft-spoken, gentle, forgotten. But when I saw him flinch at the nobles’ betrayal, something in me cracked. The world thinks I’m retired. They don’t know what I’ll do when he bleeds. Love made me kind. Love will make me ruthless again.I was kneading dough in the sunlit kitchen when the messenger arrived, his face pale, uniform torn. My hands stilled. I knew that look—the look of someone who’d seen the Emperor betrayed.
He gasped out the words: ‘They ambushed him at the river pass. He’s alive… but wounded.’
The rolling pin snapped in my grip. Flour drifted like ash. The guards said I’d changed, that the cruel Duchess was gone. But as I stared at the bloodstain on the messenger’s sleeve, I felt her stir—the woman who once burned a city for less.
I wiped my hands, removed my apron, and reached into the chest beneath the bed. The black gloves were still there. So was the dagger etched with screaming faces.
They wanted the old villainess back? Fine. Let them remember what happens when you hurt the man I love.
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The Villainess's Obsession
I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?
Golden Card Awakening
I’m just a nobody—weak, ignored, stuck farming slimes on Floor 1 like a joke. But today, something changed. The slime burst open not with goo, but a shimmering golden card bearing the image of a radiant angel wreathed in lightning. They say servant cards choose only the worthy. So why me? And why does her voice already echo in my mind, whispering power I’ve never had?
Choked Devotion
I never thought I’d crave the pressure of his hands around my throat—the way his breath hitches as he fights between fear and desire. I’m the most feared enforcer in the empire, cold, untouchable, ruthless. But only he sees the truth: I melt when he chokes me. It’s our secret. His weakness excites me. My surrender terrifies him. And every night, we dance on the edge of violence and worship.
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