Why Did I Become the Villainess? - Chapter 380 : Something happened

In a world of betrayal, love, and war will Eve risk it all for her freedom—or for her heart?“Let's divorce. I'm finally letting you go,” she said with scarce emotion on her lovely face.Seeing her resolve, he felt heaviness in his heart. His face darkened, clenching his jaw. “You can't leave me. You are bound to me for eternity.”He forcibly grabbed her, pinning her on the wall, his hands started caressing her sensitive spots. “And your body... doesn't LIE,” he whispered sensually, lips gently nibbling on her earlobe.Her breath hitched, her heartbeat racing. Seeing her struggle to resist him, he smirked triumphantly. “You yearn for my touch and my kiss. You also desire me.”The next thing she felt was his lips roughly brushing against hers in a hungry kiss.****Neglected by the KingEnslaved by the QueenBullied by her royal siblingsHated by The Kingdom's HeroOstracized by her own peopleEVE HAD ENOUGH!She ripped off her disguise and began to fight back, flaunting her skills and talents– extremely beautiful, highly intelligent, proficient in medicinal knowledge, great combat skills, and with rare talent– Beast Taming! Eve– the Forsaken Princess will ascend to the throne, not just conquering kingdoms but also capturing the hearts of the powerful gentlemen– A Hero Knight, An Infamous Hunter, and the Tyrant Crown Prince!Like a phoenix rising from ashes, Eve reruns her life, determined to trample everyone with her vengeance.[ Warning: Mature Content, R18+ ]

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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Deek has never had success with the ladies. He’s poor, overweight, and generally unliked. Feeling like a burden on his mother, with his life going nowhere, he spends his days playing video games. However, when a mysterious game ends up in his bag, he is teleported to another world. The only way for a talentless slob like him to get by is to venture into dangerous dungeons for fame and money. Regrettably, Deek always preferred to play support roles, and in this case he picked White Mage. In a world with slavery, where he can purchase beautiful and powerful women as his allies, this might actually work.

Tags: Isekai, Slice-of-life, RPG, Weak-Protagonist, Comedy, Harem, Large-Harem, Slavery, Romance, Animalgirls, Monstergirls, Dungeons, Drama, Erotica, Growing-protagonist

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”