WHY THE HEROINE BECAME THE VILLAINESS? - Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

Thack!

 

Lady Beatrice put all the gathered books that caught her interest on the table. She firstly thought that she should learn about the history and nobility.

 

It was a great blessing that the real Beatrice’s knowledge in reading and understanding of the language did not fail her. Moreover, she was surprised that she could also read books with ancient language.

           

“Did Beatrice have this high intelligence at the outset? Or it was caused by my transmigration?”, she thought surprisingly. It seemed that the lady is a fast learner. With surprise, everything that she read, she easily remembered and retained it in her brain. The real lady likely had a photographic memory when it comes to books. To the point, she wished for herself with amazement that if only she had this intelligence in her previous life, she might be willing to study medicine or law. After learning about it, she somehow was disappointed to the real Beatrice that she only wasted it on planning and implementing wicked schemes in order to get the attention of the male lead. “What a waste?!”

 

“But now, it won’t be just a waste.”, she proclaimed.

 

“What do you mean, My Beatrice?”

 

By the unexpected question and sudden appearance of the Marquess in the Library, Lady Beatrice surprisingly stood up from her seat. “Marq— Father?”, with unintentional remark, she cleared her throat before answering again with calmness. “Father, you surprised me.”

 

“I am sorry if I did surprise you.”

 

“Are you here for some books?”

 

“Yes, I am. Nevertheless, what are you muttering to yourself?... About something waste?”, he asked curiously.

 

She shook her head and abruptly denied, “Ah— it was nothing father. I was just lost in reading. This book is about History. Wars, you know, I just put profuse empathy that I inadvertently spoke it loudly, Father.”

 

“Hmm… It seems that history really caught your interest, my dear. Then, would you like me to help you by allowing your father to recommend more good books.”, her father happily offered.

 

“Thank you, Father, that will be helpful.”, she exhilaratingly agreed.

 

 

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“You’ll also be starting to attend the University next year. If you really wanted to learn in advance why not ask your brother Ronald to send you books from the University, My Beatrice. It will be more helpful”, the Marques suggested to her.

 

“That is not possible?”

 

“Of course not, My Beatrice, and your brother would love to attend whatever you request from him.”

 

“I will do that, father. Thank you for your great suggestion. Father and brother are really angels to me given by heaven.”

 

“Angel? That is pretty unusual portrayal for an old man like me.”, the Marquess chuckled.

 

“Handsome and cool Angel, I stand to correct.”, she added teasingly with facts.

 

“You really made me happy with your play of words, My Beatrice.”, Marquess said and patted her head.  

 

“It is not a play of words. You know I never lied, Father.” She said and added in her mind, “at least me on this matter as Roanne”

 

“Marielle, where is my pen and paper?”, she asked.

 

“I already prepared it on your study table, My Lady”

 

Taking the suggestion of her father, Lady Beatrice decided to write a letter to her brother who was currently attending in its first year in the University.

 

“Thank you, Marielle.” She approached the study table and sat down on the chair and picked up the pen but…

 

“Is there something wrong, My Lady,” curiously asked by Marielle seeing her not writing.

 

“It’s just that I don’t know what would the right greeting I should make to my brother.”, she answered.

 

Gaining some memories of brother Ronald, she still can’t help to feel edgy in communicating with the said brother. She was yet adapting her life now as Lady Beatrice.

 

Consciously, Ronald is a caring and loving brother that spoiled the growing Lady Beatrice. “No doubt why the real Beatrice acted too highly and live in arrogance. She was taught that she can get everything that she wanted”.   

 

“Then, why not inquiring about Sir Ronald’s good health.”, recommended by Marielle.

 

“You’re right, what can I do without you, Marielle.”, she said thankfully.

 

With the sudden praise, Marielle blushed and bowed. “It is my pleasure, My Lady.”

 

Just like a student, she made drafts of the letter until she was satisfied that it was perfectly done. Then, she transferred it to another new blank paper with beautiful and clear curves of writing.

 

 

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“Madam Roselle, this is the list of books that I would like to order.”, handed down by Ronald.

 

“Weren’t you already bought these books just last two weeks, Sir Ronald.”, asked by the assigned personnel in the bookstore inside the premise of the University.

 

“Yes, I did.”, he agreed. “It is for my lil’ sister who will attend next year here.” He continued.

 

“Your sister?” Madam Roselle involuntary gulped hearing his answer.

 

“Yes. Then, when will it all be available, I would love to send it immediately to my lil’ sister.”, happily said by Ronald.

 

“Tomorrow, it will be ready, Sir.”

 

“Is that so, okay. Then, I’ll be back tomorrow to pick it up.”

 

“Yes, Sir Zeke. Thank you for buying the books.” At that moment, Ronald went out from the Bookstore.

 

Unknowingly by Sir Ronald, Madam Roselle was left in the state of confusion. It was known that Sir Ronald’s sister was an evil cunning lady who is madly in love with the young heir of Duke Aland. Further, she was popular to be materialistic. The lady loves expensive dresses and jewelries. So, it was astonishingly to hear that the lady asked for books from her brother. Reading the list of books given by Sir Ronald, Madam Roselle shook her head with disbelief.

 

 

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Finishing his agenda from the Bookstore, Ronald went straight to the dormitory. When he was already in his bedroom, he picked up the letter on the side table that he received from his sister, then, sat down on the bed. After staying for a month in the dormitory, he was so happy that his lil’ sister finally sent him a reply. He can’t help himself to re-read it for many times.

 

“Dear My Beloved Brother,

Have you been well? I hope you’re eating healthy foods and having enough rest. Father and I are doing well here.

I apologized for belatedly writing to you. It has been a month since you left the estate. And I miss you so much that I wish I could visit you immediately.

Nevertheless, by next year, I will be able to attend the university together with you. The idea of studying with you, Brother, is enough to excite me and looking forward on it. For your information, I have been studying hard here in the estate to prepare myself. I have been reading a lot of books now. With this regard, if it not be too burden for you, I would like to ask a favor, Brother. I would like to ask if you could send me books from the University for my advance learning. I would be very much happy if you could grant my request.  

Moreover, Father already knew about this, but I would also like to inform you. It may be true that I once was madly in love to the young heir of Duke Aland, but by contemplating these past few weeks, I realized that it was merely infatuation. I would like to take this an opportunity to apologize to you, Brother, if it did cause you unpleasantries. I have no excuse.

I have learned that I am living dependently on you and father. That I conclude, I haven’t making myself useful enough or reciprocating the hard work and love that both of you and father provided to me. But from now on, and I promise, I will change for the better that you and father will be proud of me in the future.

Lovingly,

 

Your Sister, Beatrice.

 

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WHY THE HEROINE BECAME THE VILLAINESS? - Chapter Nine

 

CHAPTER NINE

After having breakfast with the Marquess, Lady Beatrice headed back to her room.

 

Entering the room, she stopped for a moment because of the unfamiliar things greeted her view. “Is this really my room?”, she muttered inwardly.

 

The wide-open space that she used for morning exercise in her room was fully occupied by big ribboned boxes with different hues.

 

“My Beatrice, have you seen my gifts?”

 

Reminded by the conversation with the Marquess, she confirmedly asked Marielle who is behind her, “Are these gifts from my father?”

 

“Yes, My Lady.”, Marielle beamingly confirmed.

 

Lady Beatrice thought that the special council meeting is held once every month in the imperial palace located at the Capital. “Did Lady Beatrice regularly got these enormous gifts every time the Marquess visited the Capital City?”, she muttered again in herself with unbelievable remarks.

 

“Marielle, will you please open and organize these gifts now?”, she ordered with disbelief.

 

“My Lady?”, Marielle asked confusedly.

 

“Is there something wrong?”, she answered with a question.

 

“I am sorry. My Lady, it was just that you usually love to open your gifts on your own.”, Marielle commented.

 

“Ahh is that so?” “I would really love to but not now, Marielle, I have eaten too much. Please open the gifts for me”, as she pleaded. “I did not lie. It was true. Marielle has no idea how bloated I am from the foods that I savored a while ago. All I wanted now is to crawl on my bed now.”, she continued on her mind, but living now in a pretense of an elegant woman with high etiquette education, she can’t just crawl on her bed like the old times even she was dying to do so unless being alone in her room. Thus, she decided to sit on her bed.

 

When Marielle started opening the gift, loosening the ribbons, she noticed the excitement of her personal maid’s face. “Maybe I should give her a gift too.”

 

Beautiful dresses, jewelries, and wonderful hats were all inside the boxes. On her thought, the prices of all the gifts appeared exorbitant by just scrutinizing its quality and perfectly detailed handicraft. In her previous life, she wholeheartedly admired these gifts, however, all were too attractive, too catchy in the eye that will only make her uncomfortable wearing it in casual days. She is not fond of too much attentions especially in the center of the crowd.  She enjoyed being with few friends and in solitude by reading good books or watching movies.

 

“Books”, she unconsciously spoke at her sudden thought.

 

Marielle who is happily busy opening the gifts, stopped. “Books, My Lady? But I don’t think there is any book here. These are all—”

 

“Yes, I know. Marielle. I just suddenly thought about it.”, she said and turned her gaze in the other direction. “And as if the real Beatrice would love to read books.”, as she musingly added. Obtaining this body, she remembered that the real lady only thought beautiful dresses and jewelries, a woman who was only busy in grooming and attracting people’s attention, and never cared about reading or any other activity. “I should teach this body the importance of learning.”, she uttered in herself with high spirit.

 

“Then, after you took your rest, My Lady, you might want to visit the Library.”

 

“Library!?”, she excitedly screamed and stood up from the bed. “There is a library. Why I haven’t thought about that?”, with regret, she thought.

 

“Yes, My Lady. It was in the west wing.”, Marielle unconsciously reminded her lady where the library is located. “We can visit it after you took your res—“, she was trailed off.

 

“No.”, Lady Beatrice shook her hand disagreeing with Marielle, and happily continued, “We will go now after you unpacked all those gifts. I want to read books”

 

“I understand, My Lady.”, perplexed but happily replied by Marielle.

 

 

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“We’re here, My Lady”, announced by Marielle and followed by opening the door.

 

It was the largest library that she had ever seen in her entire life. Her school’s library and the bookstore in her previous life were nothing compared to this. In Beatrice’s eyes, the place was filled by an automatic filter of sparkles and hearts just like when they were taking selfies on their phone. Stars and hearts were floating in the air. “If only android phones were invented to this era. I would take photos of every corner of this library.”, she surmised with excitement.

 

She remembered the live-action movie of her favorite childhood fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast that was led by her favorite actress, Emma Watson. If she could see her reflection now, she might be having the same reaction of Belle, the Beauty, when she first saw the library of the Beast. She never expected it to surprise her this much. Further, she thought that if the breakfast caused her mouth drooling, now, she’ll agree if her eyes were both in tourmaline form made by the magnificent view.

 

Unknowingly, Beatrice has no idea that Marielle tilted her head with confusion while she was openly admiring the place.

 

It was well taken care of and the books were organized by its genre: History, Mathematics, Health etc. “Having this kind of Library, I would really love this place more.”

 

Her musings were interrupted when Marielle spoke, “My Lady, I will prepare some tea and snacks for you. I’ll be back immediately.”

 

“Okay, Marielle, but you can take your time unhurriedly.”, she replied with a smile.

 

Marielle curtsied and bowed. Then, she headed out from the library.

 

 

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Marielle was astonished with perplexity by the joyful appearance of her lady. It was the first time that she had seen the lady displaying pure happiness. She thought that the angelic appearance of her Lady at that time truly suited her now.

 

She doesn’t want to interrupt the lady’s time exploring the library but she had to prepare the snacks and tea.

 

“My Lady, I will prepare some tea and snacks for you. I’ll be back immediately.”, she called.

 

“Okay, Marielle, but you can take your time unhurriedly.”, her lady replied with a smile.  

 

She curtsied and bowed. Then, she headed out from the library. Reaching the way to the kitchen, Marielle can’t help to smile remembering the lovely sight of the lady.

 

On her way, she unexpectedly met the Marquess in the hallway. She immediately stopped and gave way with lowered her head and curtsy.

 

The Marquess stopped when she recognized the personal maid of her daughter. “How is my daughter with my gifts?”, he asked.

 

“The Lady was surprised and grateful of your gifts, Your Highness.”, she answered.

 

“That’s good. Are you going to prepare her snacks?”

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

“I bought special pastries from the capital. Serve it to her.”

 

“Yes, Your Highness. The Lady would love to have that. It will also help her to enjoy more her time in the library.”, she informed.

 

“Glad to hear that. So, she was now at the library—.”, the Marquess halted with the sudden utterance.

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

“Wait. My Beatrice was in the library?”

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

“What is she doing there?”, the Marquess asked with disbelief. He knew well that after learning to read and count through hired tutor, his daughter never visited the library again. Other than the Young Heir of Duke Aland, the lady was also enchanted by beautiful dresses, jewelries and expensive shoes. So, knowing his daughter was taking her time in the library, he can’t absorb it well.  

 

“She said that she wanted to read books, Your Highness.”

 

“She wanted to read books?”, the Marquess thought with astonishment. It was hard to digest the idea. He was still not recovering from the sudden statement coming from his daughter during their breakfast. “Now, the library? Did I miss something while I am away for a week?”

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WHY THE HEROINE BECAME THE VILLAINESS? - Chapter Eight

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

This is actually her first time to visit the dining room, after all, she never able to do it because of mulling over herself in preparing the letter that she will send to the male lead, and Marielle was there to send food and drinks to her

 

As they walked in the corridor, Roanne was full of amazement looking at the interior designs of the Marquess Palace. The floor is made of white marble, and the white walls with huge paintings hanged on it. She doesn’t know much about paintings, but glancing on all of it, she knew that they were made by great painters in the kingdom.

 

Everything is enough proof for her to believe that she was not in a dream, and her transmigration in the romance novel was all genuinely true.

 

Letting her eyes explored in every corner, upon reaching, a huge door came to her sight. It seemed that they have already made to their destination. The servants standing outside opened the door for their entrance.

 

It is a very wide white room with a long mahogany table at the center with expensively sculptured chairs.  The table has tracery and other old gothic motifs that befitting for wealthy nobles like the Marquess Croix. The greenery view from the large windows gave off a fresh and light ambiance in the room.

 

With further careful examination of the room, she glanced at the table that is filled with delicious and warm foods. Her eyes sparkled the moment it noticed the different colored desserts. Her spirit level beamed highly.

 

Looking around, she noticed that the Marquess has not yet appeared. As she approached towards the table, one of the servants on standby pulled the chair, and politely guide her to sit down. She didn’t care much to the shuddered hands of the servant who served her as it was not her first time that she encountered a trembling maid. Her first meeting with Marielle flashed in her mind, who is presently busy talking to another servant like her. In her view, Marielle seems giving instructions. After the conversation of the two servants, her maid came back and stood behind her.

 

Looking at the table full of delicacies that now, inches away from her body, it is hard for her not to drool, but she still surely made herself on check. The anxious feelings vibrating in her veins on the thought of meeting the Marquess a while ago, because of fear that the latter might recognize her as an impostor, all vanished instantly because of the great feast in front of her, and silently, wishes for his immediate arrival.

 

“Good morning, My Beatrice.”, then, a deep man’s voice from behind greeted that made her flinched and she slowly turned her head to the owner of the voice. “I think I should try to learn addressing myself as Beatrice now. I need to get used to it.”

 

She happily greeted back, “Good morning, Father.”

 

The Marquess seated at the head of the table.  The man appeared to be at his thirties. She can describe him with a cool-handsome-uncle vibe like the books that she used to read in her previous life. There is no doubt that the extreme beauty and dolly appearance of Lady Beatrice was truly inherited from this man, the white skin, silvery hair and dark blue-eyes.  

 

She started to wonder what would the marchioness look like then. She surmised that she might be so beautiful too. Unfortunately, from the few memories, she learned that the former died because of weak heart condition, and despondently, most pictures in Beatrice’s mind were blurry. As she still has yet to explore the mansion, she hasn’t seen any portrait of the mother, but it seemed that from the fuzzy images the marchioness had its curly long vibrant red hair with stunningly emerald eyes.  The hazy memories might be because it was a very painful and agonizing event for a very young girl.

 

“Let’s eat.”, invited by the Marquess.

 

She can no longer stay in her thoughts after hearing the invitation of the Marquess.

 

“Yes, Father. Thank you.”, she smiled and then, started to use the utensils.  

 

While they were enjoying the great and delicious breakfast, the Marquess asked. “My Beatrice, have you seen my gifts?”

 

Lady Beatrice halted and responded with troubled heart at the sudden question, “I haven’t seen it father, but the servants might be transferring it to my room by now. Even so, I am very happy to receive your gifts, Father, but seeing you here safely back is the greatest gift that I have ever received today.”

 

The last sentence of Lady Beatrice widened the eyes of the Marquess while the servants around them was stunned, except for Marielle who already learned the desire of the lady to change her bitter and rude personality.

 

Marquess knew that his daughter loves him very much, but apparently, he was used to his daughter’s first greeting at him asking about gifts that he brought for her. It was the very first time that she uttered those sweet and lovely words on him.

 

Noticing all the reactions surfaced on the Marquess and the servants, Lady Beatrice nervously questioned herself. “Did I say something wrong?

 

“My Beatrice, you have no idea how I am truly happy to hear that.”

 

Not knowing what to reply, she just gave her brightest smile. “I guess, the real Beatrice never used sweet words directly to his father.”, she uttered in her mind. Seeing the happiness expressed by the Marquess, she didn’t regret what she had said. “Isn’t the Marquess well deserved those words from his daughter.”

 

“Anyway, did you remember what I have said to you before I left.”

 

“The good news.”, she involuntary gulped by the sudden notion. “You mean, the good news, Father?”, she asked curiously with unsettlement within her chest, because she is well mindful that whatever the desire of the real Beatrice, it only meant that it was not just simple things. Exorbitant. Extravagant.

 

“At the Imperial Palace, I and Duke Aland had a meeting. With joint motion, we talked about the possibility of having you, my Beatrice, and his successor, Sir Zeke, be engaged.”

 

“engaged???”, her internal organs screamed.

 

“Is it not great? I know very well on how much you love the son of Duke Aland.”, happily announced by the Marquess.

 

“…”

 

Lady Beatrice was flustered and unconsciously, released her grip to the fork that she was holding to. She was baffled for a moment while Marielle immediately picked up the fork that fell and gently replaced a new one on the table.  

 

“Is it not a great news?”, confusedly asked by the Marquess after noticing her unexpected reaction.

 

“It— it was, Father.”, she said after grasping her thoughts.

 

“It really was, My Beatrice—", the Marquess was cut off by her.

 

“But Father, it was just a possibility for now, right?”, as she recklessly confirmed.

 

“Yes… and we were just planning about it. Is there something wrong, My Dear?”, he asked again with confusion.

 

“I am sorry, Father.”, she said after learning that she asked recklessly and the fact that she has no idea on how will she be able to convey her inner thoughts without creating suspicion.

 

“What is with the apology? There is nothing you have to apologize, My Beatrice”, worriedly asked by his father.

 

“Truth be told, I actually don’t know how will I explain this to you, father.”, she said with hesitation while fidgeting her fingers.

 

The Marquess then reached and held her hand. “It is okay. You can tell me.”

 

She gathered all her courage in her body and explained with lowered head and trembling hands, “For the past few days, I have realized that my feelings towards the young heir were just merely infatuations, resulted by my immaturity, Father. To make it short, presently, I have no desire of being engaged or to marry the young heir, Father. I just hope— hope you understand.” “I wanted to marry with someone who will I love and also who will love me back.”, she wanted to continue but chose not to.

 

“…”, the Marquess, who is holding her hand, found it shaking and trembling.

 

Lady Beatrice bewilderedly waiting his father’s response. Then, she felt the small grip of his father’s hand to her hand. By the sudden grip, she lifted her head and met his eyes.

 

“I won’t ask anything about your sudden change of heart, but I will respect your decision.”, Marquess said with warm smile. “And rest assured that I will always here to support you.”

 

“Thank you very much, Father.”, she gratefully responded with teary eyes.

 

“But…”

 

“But?”, she worriedly asked.

 

“I have no control over Duke Aland.”

 

Chill echoed in her veins. She understands the meaning of no control over Duke Aland. Defeatedly, she knew well that her father was telling the truth, should the Duke Aland will send a marriage proposal to Marquess Croix, it will be a disgraced not to positively respond on it.  As a practice, the high ranks always prevail than the lower ranks. But at least, it was a relief that the Marquess, her father, is openly declared his support on her.

 

“I understand, Father. And thank you for hearing me.”, she warmly replied.

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WHY THE HEROINE BECAME THE VILLAINESS? - Chapter Seven

 CHAPTER SEVEN

“My lady, the mat was properly laid out.”

 

“Thank you, Marielle.”, Roanne gratefully said and sat down on the mat and started her exercise routine.

 

Over the week, she worked on becoming a good master to Lady Beatrice’s personal maid. Indifferent from the real one, she was not someone who think highly and arrogant. She knows the importance of building a good and harmonious relationship with others. She always keeps in mind that whatever the circumstances you are in, may be bad or good, never forget to put kindness in any way.

 

“Lady Beatrice.”

 

“Yes, Marielle.”, as Roanne answered as she stretching her legs on the mat while bending her upper body to reach her ankle.

 

“The Marquess Croix came back late at night yesterday.”

 

Roanne stopped reaching her ankle. Her body stiffened by its own just hearing the news given by the maid. “What?”, she said with calm tone. “He’s here already?”, but her mind screamed.

 

“The Butler told me to inform you that the Marquess wanted to have a breakfast with you this morning.”

 

“Ah… Is that so?”, she responded with low tone, not letting her troubled heart traced on her face. “That would be nice.”

 

While Roanne is stretching her limbs, she tried to remember the memories that she gained from the body of Lady Beatrice. The memories were somehow hazy and coalesced by little scenes, even so she was still grateful for having it rather than to find her way in the dark. “Afterall, I can’t just pretend having lost memory after just waking up in one morning.”

 

If she was right, one of the reasons why the Marquess Croix visited the Imperial Palace was to attend the monthly special council meeting. However, there was a memory that she can’t feel any comfort. It was the message left by Marquess to Lady Beatrice before he left.

 

“My Beatrice, once I came back, I might have good news for you that I know how much you were waiting for.”, the Marquess happily informed the lady.

 

“For real, father? I am now very excited to hear it”, with excitement, Lady Beatrice confirming to her father.

 

“Slowly. My dear, but I am very much sure that it will only bring happiness on you.”, he said and patted his daughter’s head.

 

“I can’t wait. Anyway, don’t forget the things I have requested, Father. I want new dresses if possible, those on trends in capital today, and also, the shoes and jewelries. That’s all I wish for Father.”

 

“Of course, for my Beatrice. Nothing in this world, I cannot give you.”

 

Lady Beatrice hugged his father and say goodbye. Marquess Croix, then, went up to his carriage.

 

She wondered about the good news that the Marquess was saying back then. After possessing the body of Lady Beatrice, she couldn’t bring herself at ease at any time.  Knowingly that the lady was a total brat, she knew that the lady’s desires were something so extravagant. “I just hope that it really is a good news.”

 

“My Lady, I forgot to tell you that the Marquess brought a lot of gifts for you from the capital. It will be transferred here in your room later.”, Marielle exhilaratingly announced.

 

“Gifts?”, she stopped her stretching and turned to look at Marielle.

 

“Yes, My Lady. You requested it before the Marquess left. You're very lucky to your father. He really loves you, My Lady.”, she said admirably with her both hands clasped.

 

“I can’t wait. Anyway, don’t forget the things I have requested, Father. I want new dresses if possible, those on trends in capital today, and also, the shoes and jewelries. That’s all I wish for Father.”

 

“Ahh.. yes. I forgot. La— I did request that”, she quickly changed her response.  

 

“You forgot, My Lady?”, Marielle asked with confusion. After realizing her mistake, Marielle lowered her head. “I am sorry for my imprudence behavior. I shouldn’t ask you that way, My Lady.”

 

She smiled by the sudden flustered of the maid even though they were conferred effortlessly these past days. She mused that it was not easy to accept her sudden change, and she is well aware of the real reason behind it. Being in this body, she knew how cruel Lady Beatrice was.

 

“It is alright, Marielle. I really did forget it. If it weren’t you, I wouldn’t be reminded. There’s just a lot of things I was sorting out.”

 

“Thank you, My Lady.” Hmm.. Sorting out? Marielle chose not to dwell on the notion of her lady.

 

“And I am allowing you to ask anything on me, and I will answer you as long as I can, but if I found it too personal, please understand if I don’t want to respond to your question.”, she explained with pure intention.

 

“That was too much for me to take, My Lady, but I am very grateful to hear it.”

 

“Like I said last time, I want to change for the better. Can I have your support, Marielle?”

 

“Yes, I will, My Lady.”, Marielle exhilaratingly proclaimed.

 

“Let’s start to build a harmonious relationship, Marielle.”

 

“Yes, My Lady.”, with teary eyed, agreed by Marielle.

 

“Then, will you ready my bath because, in any minute, I’ll be finished stretching here.”, she calmly ordered the maid.

 

“Yes, right away, My Lady.”, Marielle said and slowly stepped out the room with full of joy.

 

The maid never thought that there will be a time that she will be very thankful for having Lady Beatrice as her master. She remembered her first week with the lady; without thinking twice, she concluded that it was a real nightmare. Every day of that week, she thought that her soul will leave her body any moment due to extreme fear and anxiety towards the lady, but one day, everything changes. She doesn’t care whatever strange spectacles happened with her lady, as long as these days will continue. It did become her new hope.

 

 

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After taking a bath, Marielle assisted her in dressing up. She picked the simplest and casual dress of Lady Beatrice. She still not used to wear the corset. “I think I am going to puke my internal organs before I got to use wearing this stupid tight corset.”, she complained inwardly.

 

“My Lady, I will put a light make up on you.”

 

“I’ll be fine having just powder on my face, Marielle. I am just going to eat breakfast with father. It is not like a big party.”, she chuckled.  

 

Not that she was not used wearing make up in her previous life, it’s just that Lady Beatrice is really extremely beautiful with her long eyelashes, pinky small lips, snowy white skin, and slender body. She is like a living doll that just having powder on her face, her beauty will not cease.  Her most favorite part is her eyes pigmented by dark blue-sky color. It emits a mystic aura that anyone can be drawn by it.

 

“Yes, My Lady.”, as she agreed. Unlike before, Marielle learned not to question the changes of the lady silently.  She already accepted the declaration of the lady to change for the better, and no one can decline an offer from their master to have harmonious relationship with them. It is better to call as an honor. “Then, what hairstyle would you like today, My Lady?”

 

“Just let it flow, Marielle.”

 

“Then, I will make it sure to shine it, My Lady.” Marielle said and gently combed her hair.

 

 

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“Everything is done, My Lady. We are just in time for your breakfast with the Marquess.”

 

“Thanks for the hard work, Marielle.”

 

“It will always be my pleasure, My Lady.”

 

Roanne, then, stood up and started walking outside the room. Halt.

 

Her sudden stop, Marielle worriedly asked. “Is there something wrong, My Lady?”

 

“Ahm.. Marielle, can you please walk first, and I will follow you behind.”, she said in low tone.

 

Marielle tilted her head with confusion, but still followed the order of the lady.

 

Roanne can’t trust the few flashes of memories that she gained from Lady Beatrice, she was afraid to move erroneously and only to produce suspicions towards her.  

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WHY THE HEROINE BECAME THE VILLAINESS? - Chapter 3.1

Roanne Scott

The Transmigrated/Reincarnated

Beatrice Delavine Croix

The Villainess of the Romance Novel

Daughter of Marquess Croix

Zeke Audric Aland

The Male Lead of the Romance Novel

The Young Heir of Duke Aland/The President of the Student Council

Ron Augustus Croix

Brother of the Marquess Croix

The Successor of the Marquess Croix

Marielle

The Personal Maid

Marquess Ron Claude Croix

Head Family of Croix Family

Father of the Villainess

Alec Christoff Tenstheon
The Vice President of the Student Council/Future Aide of the Male Lead

Second Son of Count Tenstheon

Disclaimer: Photos NOT mine

Credit Photos: Father, I dont want to get married, Death is only ending to the Villainess, Abandoned Princess, and Surviving as Hero's Fiancee

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WHY THE HEROINE BECAME THE VILLAINESS? - Chapter Six

 

CHAPTER SIX

“Dear My Beloved Zeke,

I hope this letter finds you safe and sound. I know it is been almost a month since we were not able to see each other, but it feels like an eternity. I miss the sound of your voice and being able to look at you. I can remember the day we met like it was yesterday.

To be honest, I have so many mixed feelings these past few days that I can hardly wonder where to start. The moments being with you, moments that will remain in my heart forever, although I know that those moments were seemingly unpleasant to you.  I am very well aware of my mischiefs that I have done just to get your attention.

 

Knowingly, I will not deny that it hurts, because a part of me is still where you are. But I am also aware that things have changed enormously and I learned that love will never be done by force or orders, rather, by natural flow and let it find you.  And if it is not meant to be, it would never mean to be. 

 

What I am meaning to say to you is: I will no longer force myself on you. These past few weeks I have realized all the wrongful things that I did whom you don’t truly deserve. 

 

It is true that the moments being with you are days that would not change for anything in the world, although today I feel like crying and I keep wondering, if am I doing the right thing?

 

Your affection is all that I wanted, but I forgot to ask if you are really happy being with me. Without consulting to your own feelings, I followed you everywhere, clung to you like a leech. This greed of mine increasingly day by day caused nothing but unfortunate memories for you. I can’t even think on how did I get to this point? I guess these are answers that I will take a little while to discover, or maybe I will never know.

 

Now the end of one of the most beautiful and painful stages of my life has come, but I don’t regret loving you, but I learned that I should have let go of this feeling. I promised that I will never ever bother you again, and I truly wholeheartedly seeking your forgiveness for all the unpleasant things that I have instigated.

 

To prove it to you, by the next school year, I will show that I have changed for the better. I will focus to my study and embrace my responsibility and obligations as a noble and to be a proud daughter of Marquess Croix.

 

To end this letter, I would like you to know that I will always pray for your well-being and success in the future. I wish you the best of luck.

 

Yours Truly,

 

Beatrice Delavine Croix”

 

With mental rejection and contestability, Zeke asked again to Alec, who is standing right beside him. “Is this letter really coming from the lady?

 

“Yes, Mr. President. The seal of the Marquess Croix Family engraved on the envelop.”, politely answered, mixed with disconcerted, by Alec.

 

It is been a week since Lady Beatrice sent a letter again to him. Truth be told, he never opens or read the letters she delivered every day, because he only finds it annoyingly and ruined his day, but the letter today is different.  The words written on the envelop, “My last letter for you.”, deeply caught Zeke’s curiosity that he ended reading it.

 

He can’t believe that the lady, who never failed to spy him everywhere just to be able to follow him wherever he goes, the parties, the hunting games, and even, his little errands which in actuality, the days he sneaked out from their estate that anyone would impossible to know, declared through letter that she is now letting go of him. In addition, she is seeking his forgiveness for all her mischiefs.

 

He can’t help to fill suspicions towards the intention of the lady. It is highly impossible for her to suddenly act this way. But he also did not deny the possibility of his prayers every night to be granted by God, that may be Lady Beatrice found a man more suitable to her. And if it is only simple just like that, he will be truly happy and enthusiastically send his blessing unto the lady, but that would be too impossible to happen in just mere three weeks.  He remembered how the lady brutally and violently treated those women who tried to be close to him.  That proves that in two years, since their meeting, the lady was deadly hooked on him.

 

“This letter is undeniably distrustful.”, he uttered with disbelief and qualms.

 

 

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Roanne, who is possessing the body of Lady Beatrice, happily woke up early this morning.  She stretched her arms high above. After mulling herself over a week in writing a letter for the male lead, Zeke, and the same was surely delivered by now, she felt that the thorn piercing her in the chest was softly pulled out.

 

As she expected, Zeke must have already read the letter yesterday. She also anticipated the fact that the male lead might not even care to check or read the letters sent by the real Lady Beatrice, that is why, she intentionally noted on the back of the envelop the words, “My last letter for you.”, for insurance.

 

She alighted from her bed. Her body felt fresh and light as she merrily circled and spun around in the wide bedroom with joyful humming.

 

The letter she sent to the young heir of the Duke Aland was purposely filled with love, farewell, and apology. After discovering that Lady Beatrice always sends letters to the male lead every day, at first, she felt anxious and alarmed on what would she do about it if she was the real one.

 

But then on, an idea struck her, “I am not the real one. I am not Lady Beatrice. I am not her.”, she thought. “I am not Lady Beatrice.”, then, she loudly spoke it again. “I am not her so why would I need to be so anxious about.”, she said again while holding her forehead because of the realization came into view.

 

“I am not Lady Beatrice. I am Roanne and I am now the one who is possessing this body. I am now responsible to this body. Bullshit that novel’s plot. I will write my own fate. I will rewrite the cruel fate of Beatrice Delavine Croix as the villainess. Screwed that story.”, she inwardly exclaimed to herself while raising her both hands with closed fist.

 

She thought on what she only needs to do and that is to avoid or to befriend the heroine, Canaria, and to never ever bother the male lead, Zeke. She musingly added that she will make her own role as a side character rather becoming the villainess of this story and only faced a cruel death in the end. Cruel death. She hurriedly shook her head from the idea that suddenly popped out.

 

It was engraved in her mind by her parents that the phrase, “give up”, is for those weak and coward, and she was not.  She always put herself optimistically facing all the challenges thrown at her by this cruel world. Stumbling on the road doesn’t mean that she needs to stop. Life always goes on and if she like nice things, she just needed to work for it.

 

With the thought of her parents suddenly appeared, Roanne sat down on the sofa while likely her ecstatic energy depleted in one second. “I miss them.”, her sadly short remarked. Tears started to flow to her cheeks.

 

Knock knock.

 

“Lady Beatrice. It is your maid, Marielle.”, said by the woman to the other side of the door.

 

Hearing the voice of Marielle, Roanne musings ended. She then hurriedly approached the bed and pulled the blanket over her lower body, and gently wipe her tears using the same. She also checked her appearance with the small mirror beside the bed. With no trace of crying on her face, she cleared her throat before answering the one who called her behind the doors.

 

“Yes, Marielle. You may come in.”

 

The door opened and released the maid, Marielle. She is holding a basin with lukewarm water and a white towel hanged on her right arm as she ordered to her last time that she wanted to wash her face early in the morning.

 

She told the maid that starting last week, she will wake up early than the usual hour. Afterall, even obtaining a body of an eleven-year old girl, she is still a fully grown woman inside, specifically, with the age of 27. She was not lazy enough like the girl who originally owned this body.

 

After putting down the basin on the table and placing the towel beside it, Marielle approached the closet and took a mat inside. Then, she well spreads it on the floor.

 

At first, the maid strangely took her orders about it as she boldly declared that she wanted to stretch her arms and legs every morning. She used the word, “stretch” because she is not well aware if the word “exercise” was already a common practice in this era, especially on women.

 

Medieval time is one of the very conservative and preserved eras known in her real time. Woman is used to wear big dresses and tight corset inside molding their body shapely, and also, used for attracting perspective husband. Further, good manners and etiquette are essential in a noble life. One of the advantages for Roanne, because in her previous life, she loved to read romance and fantasy novels that was set in medieval era. She was fascinated by the politeness and well-mannered etiquette of the people with each other that she really looked up to.

 

In her real time, the word “gentleman” is starting to join the history of her country, not that she doesn’t believe that there was still out there, but the fact that they just becoming fewer as time goes by. It is saddened to hear, but her real world is becoming to be that way. Liberation.  It might be the reason why she was really hooked by the people in this time, but she was also dismayed for those arrogant and greedy nobles, especially, those badly treating the commoners like they own the world. 

With this principle, she was determined to not follow the plot of this harsh novel to her character. She will change the fate of the lady.

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