Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate - Chapter 7: Breakthrough, Middle-stage Spiritual Awakening

“Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”

She transmigrated into a novel of showbiz, becoming a member of a popular boy band. The original character dressed as a man and passionately showed her love to the male lead, only to be killed tragically in the end.As the most beloved daughter possessing great beauty in a rich family, how could she sacrifice herself for just a man?Thus, she transformed herself, becoming incredibly handsome, attracting countless fans.Her teammates found she began to focus on the career rather than the male lead, attracting tens of millions of fans and winning numerous trophies.The original male lead felt her ignorance and instead, found her hovering around his big brother...“Hey, this is tea that I had someone bring from Suzhou for you to try.”“Hey, this is Fish I made myself. Would you like to have a taste?”As the brother of the male lead, he was a big tycoon in the story, supporting the band with countless resources. Naturally, she tried to please him to climb higher, but why did the expression in his eyes become increasingly strange...He watched the 'little guy' busy around him, his eyes deep and secretive, suddenly pulling her into his embrace.She freaked out,“What are you doing?””The dish isn't tasty. I want to taste you.“”But I'm a man!“”Got it.“”No! Actually, I lied to you. I'm a woman!“”I've been lying to you too.“

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.