The Villainess Seduces the Duke

In reality…it was all a trap!

Like a fool I had signed the soul contract and landed myself inside a this body. Seeing the relflection in the window.

Green emerald eyes, procelian skin, long flowing red hair.

And omg a nice size rack too! I was freaking hot.

Seeing as I lived my whole life with a A cup, this sure as hell was a upgrade.

That was until I realized whos body I was dumped into.

They could have pick anyone in the universe. Even a damn tree for all I had cared. Instead…

Instead they had pick one of the most ruthless, manical characters in a damn novel I had once read!

Those bastards had picked none other then "Priscilla Marie von Haust, daughter of Count von Haust, one of the empires most nobless family in the Valthoria Empire.

The villainess of the damn novel "The White Rose Blooms". A R rated romance novel about a damn Saintess and her beloved lover prince, Prince Leander Octavian von Drakemont.

Yeah…

What made all this from bad to worst was the fact that the damn prince was my damn fiancé. Trash.

The moment I had realized who and where I was, I made sure to remedy that situation.

ASAP.

Sure Priscilla went half shit crazy for prince in the novel.

But I sure as hell wasn't her. Niether was I going to continue with the plans of marrying the guy. Seeing as Priscilla overly obessive nature for the guy had lead her to commit none stop autorsocties. Which ultimately lead to her own demise. I had put a break on all of that and and started mending and trying to reverse the damages she had done.

I had already died once by someones elses fault. I sure as hell wasn't going to do it by a heiress whom had way too much money on her hands, well technically my own hands now.

Tsk.

I admitted that since my mind had been centered around the world being a book, I could get away with what I had done before I was utlimatly send off to no where.

Breaking the damn engagment the way I did was over the top and to my credit damn cool AF.

Of course…

Well….I still thought it was…until a spent a whole year in solitude to repent for my actions that had shamed my family, the royal family and the saintess at that.

Truthfully I sure as hell didn't care but apprently the "new family" did. Seeing as I could have turned the royal family into our emenies and further shamed the loyality our noble house had towards the Empire.

A bunch of snobs if you would have asked me.

On another note, no one had told me that I could've just ask to break the engagement with the prince if I wanted to do so.

Still it made me feel like I owed it to Priscilla to exact some sort of revenage against those cheating asshole.

Airing out their dirty laundry had been quite satisfying to say the least.

Sure Priscilla had behaved like a total bitch but she didn't deserve to be cheated on. No one did. Seeing things from her point of view.

The first two weeks I had spent in this novel made me realize how truly alone she must have been from the start.

Sure her family loved her in their own way, but they never really stood up for her how she needed them too. Eventually it had brought her to how she ended up in the novel. Dying alone.

"Ouch!" I yelp.

A sudden jostle of the carriage had made me hit my head on the window. I suddenly looked across to see Wendy face marred with concern.

What the heck was that hearing loud yelling and banging happening outside of the carriage.

Not waiting for the situation to settle I took it upon myself to find out.

Exiting out the carriage I realized what was going on fairly quickly.

It was a highway robbery.

Seeing the coachman on his knees whole of the six asselents had a sword to his throat.

"Ahh looky here boys. " All the men turned to me. Disgusting creeps, feeling my anger rise. "Told you this was the right carriage." Another bandit said, almost sounding too giddy.

Dumbass.

Complete dumbass. They weren't going to get away with this. Making sure my feet were grounded I took in the location of each perpretrator.

In my last life I had spent countless of hours entertaining myself with hobbies. Helping me become the fearless stunt woman I had eventually become.

Rock climbing, skate boarding, snow boarding, shit I even learned how to dance flamingo just cause I had that one voucher. Excelling each time. Everyone knew me as the prodigy. Disregarding the countless of hours, failed attempts and sweat I had exchanged to get good at what ever it was.

But nothing could ever replace my one favorite hobby or passion. Something I had done since I was a little girl in the foster care system.

That was full out fighting!

I loved any kind of fighting that brought me to getting my opponents on the floor. Boxing, martial arts, and MMA.

I liked it so much, I learn how to weld knifes, swords, polearm, knuckchucks. Oh thoses were the days, feeling heartbroken that I could never see my babies again.

Mami misses you…Sending them my message.

Sighing heavily.

"What the hells wrong with her." I heard, "Well it doesn't matter." Another remarked as one of them walked towards me.

"Miss!" I heard Wendy yell out in distress, to feel a grin eurpt on my face.

Whooping these jerks was going to make me feel better already.

"Wendy, I'll handle this." I now sounded too giddy, noting the confused faces on the bandits.

So much fun!