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She was known as an ice queen. Someone who’s facial expression could only compare to that of a block of ice. Whose words could freeze someone in their tracts and who’s actions was coldly calculated. 

But little did everyone know, she had her flaws. She couldn’t speak what she meant to say. She couldn’t express what she felt and most of all, she hated herself for the discomfort she seemed to bring to others. 

After being riddled with so much death and betrayal she had experienced, Citrissa finally made a world only accommodating to herself. With a world that had no betrayal or death. But little did she know, that the world she had so painstakingly created would end at 28. 

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She was infamously known as the demon queen. A ruthless murder who killed on a whim and bathed in the blood of her own soldiers. She was the power that many feared and envied. But most of all, she was the figure that all despised. 

She had no regrets in the life she had lived for it was a world where the weak where despised and the strong where worshiped. If you where weak, you where a waste of space. If you begged for scraps on the side of a street, your very existence was a dishonor and shame to the world. 

That was the kind of life Jevelyn lived. With no family and no nation, she vowed to become the strongest so no one could hurt her anymore. Even if it meant hurting those close to her. And she accomplished just that. And died as the hated demon queen of all Coelestis. 

So what happens when the queen of ice awakens in the body of the demon queen in a world not her own? Carrying the name of a hated figure while trying to survive as just a girl with a second chance to do things right. 

Will the title of a villain destroy her, or will she use it as an advantage no other could think of?

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He looked at the woman before him. Her eyes never looked away from him while others cowered at a mere glance of his.

With a cold smirk, he raised his hand to rest under his chin. His eyes playful crescents while he looked at her ruddy red lips that peaked out from under the delicate white porcelain mask she wore upon her face. 

“Please excuse my rudeness Miss, but I do believe we have met before.” His voice was like that of a cello that plucked at the string of her heart.

But her face remained cold and unchanging. Her efforts in remaining unfazed made his interest peak to a new level. 

Seeing that he was amused by her just standing there, she felt a twinge of annoyance when a thought crossed her mind. 

She never meant to be rude to others, but this time, she really wanted to knock this man off his high horse. 

With her lips lifted in a cold smile, she made her blow. “Does the woman that your subordinate early called a slutty whore that unrecognizable?”

The man’s face fell as his mouth opened in shock by the unladylike words that left her mouth. Satisfied with the effect of her words, she turned around and left before he could call his guards to come grab her.

But minutes later, the room was filled with laughter.

Table of A Villain’s Heart

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Volume 1