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Dearest Jennifer Thomas ,
I apologize for dragging you into this ,but I need your help.
But before I tell you what I need from you, I'd better take a step back from where it all began.
Born into a family of Marquises ,to be precise the most powerful ,the family of -de Leroy-; being the only and legitimate heir, I was educated from an early age to become a worthy successor who would bring even more prestige and power to the "family".
Over the years, growing up, I realized that the affection with which they fed me every day ...wasn't "love".
They did not see me as " a daughter", " a member of the family".... " a human being"; for them I was just a chess piece to play with, a doll...a puppet.
When I was eighteen, I debuted in high society.
"It will be easy as a child's play": that's what I thought...
...but I was wrong.
Surviving in the bourgeoisie is like being in the forest, only the strongest animal can hold on... who knows if I'll live up to it... .
A year later there it is ,my first love; Alexandre d'Albéric of the ducal family of the d'Albéric.
The first time I saw him was at a hunting competition held annually,... he was so attractive in his armor....so manly.
A man no older than me, 22 years old.
Tall and handsome: short black hair, eyes green as spring grass and sparkling as the dewdrops of early morning.
Talking with "my family" I managed to have the desired "engagement".
The 20th year of my life.. was my ruin.
That bastard good man of my fiancé had another; and the woman in question was no other than Baron Davout's daughter.
Isabelle Davout, as the name suggests " the one who is fragile and adorable".. a name that doesn't suit her at all.
Shortly after Alexandre and I got engaged , in high society I was tagged "Villainess".
Insults , defamation and much more were my "daily bread".
"who was the person pulling the strings?":someone might ask,.it was ,indubitably the "FRAGILE" and "ADORABLE", Isabelle Davout.
In society there was light and shadow, Isabelle and I; she was the heroine and I was the villainess
Not long after I suddenly fell ill and was forced to stay in bed, motionless and in pain.
The days passed; I felt death getting closer and closer.
I waited ,anxiously, for everything to come to an end.
One night, I don't know if I was hallucinating or if it was real, I heard voices approaching me.
Wrapped in darkness..
...the night of my 21st birthday ... was also the last.
I'm begging you..
please... MAKE THEM PAY FOR THE EVIL THEY DID TO ME!!!!
Yours truly, Leyla de Leroy.
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DON'T TELL ME THAT... I was ISEKAIZED!!
AND THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE ....THE DESCRIPTION... THIS BODY!!,everything it's exactly the same as..
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AH! NOW I REMEMBER!!
THAT DAMN BOOK!
The story that I was reading and that I considered garbage, NOW IS GETTING REVENGE!!??
.... WELL!! , I'll show them!
I'm gonna rewrite this damn book. Not "The Villainess is ,ALWAYS ,the Villainess" anymore, but "The Villainess is tired of being the scapegoat".
I was given a role by this story and it is to be the Villainess ;
I am not simply a scapegoat, I am the wicked and as such I will behave admirably!..
"...GET READY!!BECAUSE I AM GOING TO STRIKE YOU DOWN LIKE A STORM !!!!"