WHY THE HEROINE BECAME THE VILLAINESS?- Prologue

 

PROLOGUE

 

Knock. knock.

 

“Lady Beatrice”

 

With the sounds of knocking and calling behind the door, she opened her eyes. An unfamiliar ceiling came to her view. Her brows frowned. She hurriedly looked around the place while still on the bed. It was a large room with wide glassy window and passing through, a terrace. The bedroom is too big to be compared for a master bedroom size. Overall, the place is emitting a royalty aura as it somehow left historic details to its interior and furniture. The pink color of the pillow, curtains, and blanket is befitting for a princess.   

 

“Ugh! my head.”, Roanne held her both temples. She felt her brain was cracking.  

 

“Lady Beatrice.”, a woman voice came behind the doors.  

 

Unintentionally due to her sudden headache, she loudly questioned the woman behind the doors. “Beatrice? Who is Beatrice?”

 

“Lady Beatrice. May I come in? Your maid, Marielle.”, the woman said not answering to her prior question.

 

“Come in.”, Roanne answered back.

 

Then, the doors opened and a woman came in wearing a typical cosplay maid costume, black dress with white apron. “Good morning, Lady Beatrice.”, Marielle bowed. 

 

Still holding her temples, Roanne asked her. “Who is you calling Beatrice and where am I?”

 

“…”

 

The maid, Marielle, perplexedly gazed at Roanne. “Is there something wrong, Lady Beatrice?”

 

“You are calling me, Lady Beatrice?”

 

“Yes, because you are Lady Beatrice.”, Marielle hesitantly answered her question. Now that Roanne is looking at the said maid, she noticed that her hands are shaking and her body seemed to be stiffened. “Lady Beatrice Delavine Croix.”, as Marielle continued.

 

“Lady Beatrice Delavine Croix?”, as Roanne asked in her head. She slowly examined her body. She noticed her hair is long that would length up to her hips, and with silvery color strands. She was dumbfounded. She tried to touch her face skin. She doesn’t feel any wrinkles. Her arms were slender white and smooth. “I am not old so why do I have this silvery hair.”     

 

“Lady Beatrice?”, spoke to Roanne with shaking hands.

 

“Can you give me a mirror? Please.”

 

Marielle went out to the room and came back with what Roanne ordered her to bring. She handed it gently to Roanne as if her life depended on it.

 

Looking at the mirror, in her line of sight, a beautiful woman with mystery dark blue-sky color eyes and silvery colored hair came into view.  She slowly blinks her eyes making sure that it is really her who was reflecting in the mirror. Smile. Pout. Blinks again. Smile. Blinks again.

 

Marielle, who was near, found the lady strange.

 

As Roanne gazed at the maid after examining herself in the mirror. “Marielle, right?”

 

“Yes, yes my lady?”, Marielle stiffened.

 

“Will you do your usual morning routine?”, Roanne thought it is best that she would be left alone for now for her to grasp the whole situation that she is presently in.

 

“Usual— Ah Yes, I will prepare your bath, my Lady.”, Marielle hurriedly stepped outside the room.

 

When the maid is already out of Roanne’s sight, she consciously embraced herself, curling up on the bed. Her confused mind worsening the headache she felt after waking up. Internalizing, all the memories started to flash in her mind.

 

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How this happened? All I remembered that I was lying on the verge of death. I was stabbed by a crazy man. Now, the romance novel that I purchased that night, its villainess, Beatrice Delavine Croix, became who I am today. What should I do? I haven’t completely read the novel. I only know that what awaits to the villainess Beatrice was a cruel death.  I only knew the gist of the story, ONLY the summary and the marketing ads of the book.

 

Through the pen and paper given by Marielle, Roanne started to write what was she only knew about the story.

 

The villainess, Beatrice Delavine Croix, daughter of Marquess Croix, is the top candidate to be engaged to the Duke Aland’s heir, Zeke Audric Aland. She and Zeke were childhood friends that later on, she fell in love with him. Knowingly a spoiled woman, Beatrice tried everything at her hands to get the affection of Zeke which the latter finds annoyingly. She followed everywhere the young heir, and when she found him, she clings to him like a leech.

 

The heroine of the novel, Canaria de Brishen, illegitimate daughter of Count Brishen, caught the attention of the young heir, Zeke, that caused the wrath and hatred of villainess Beatrice towards to heroine Canaria.

Villainess Beatrice bullied and planned wicked schemes to heroine Canaria. As a result of her evil doings to the heroine, it leads the ruins of the Marquess family and her cruel death.

 

As Roanne tried to crack the brain of the body that she already obtained, flashes of memories came to her. The memories of real Beatrice Delavine Croix started to come in.

 

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In the University, Roanne, now in the body of Beatrice, planned to avoid death flags by not bothering the young heir and the heroine, but why her initial plans are all getting out of places.

 

“Lady Beatrice”

 

“Greetings, Young Heir of Duke Aland, what can I help you?”, she bowed and greeted while trying to pretend to be calm.

 

“I apologized for suddenly calling you, Lady Beatrice.”

 

At least, he is aware of it so why calling me? “It is alright, Young Heir of Duke Aland”

 

“I would like to congratulate you on your first day and becoming the top on the exams.”, with a bright smile said by Zeke.

 

“Thank you for your kind gesture, Young Heir of Duke Aland. It is an honor.”, Beatrice gracefully said and as she turning back on him.

 

“Ah Lady Beatrice.”, Zeke tried to stop her again.

 

What is it again? I am trying not to bother you here, then, what with all of this? As Beatrice, turned again to face Zeke, “Yes, Young Heir of Duke Aland.”

 

Zeke chuckled a little that made Beatrice tilted her head, confused what was that laughing about.

 

“I apologized again Lady Beatrice. I just noticed that you have been calling me Young Heir of Duke Aland for four times already. We are in the university, and all students are on equal footing here, status has no work here so you don’t have to address me with that title. You can call me, Zeke.”

 

Hey, I am trying to avoid death flags here. Don’t you know that. At the very least that I wanted to do is to become close with you. “Even so, it is uncomfortable for me to call you that way, Young Heir of Duke Aland. I find myself, such as from Marquess Family to a Duke family, to be unrespectful if I grant your wish.” Beatrice trying to convince Zeke. “But if it is an order, then, that would change everything.” as she continued. This way I would put up a gap between him and I.

 

“Hmm..,”

 

“Young Heir of Duke, if you may, I would like to leave as I need to organize my belongings at the dorm.”

 

“You are being mean, Lady Beatrice.”

 

Mean? Hearing the response of Zeke, Beatrice flinched. Wait, did I trigger my death flag? “Had I perhaps appeared unrespectful to you, Young Heir of Duke, I humbly apologized.”, she answered with trembling hands.

 

“Yes, you are.”, Zeke languidly response to her.

 

“I am very sorry.”, Beatrice said apologetically by lowering her head more.

 

“Then, if you truly are…”

 

“Yes, Young Heir of Duke. I will do everything to make amends.” Now, Beatrice hands were sweating.

 

“Call me Zeke.” Zeke smiled triumphantly.

 

“Yes, Young Heir— What??”, Beatrice, who still head is down, lifted her head which now, met the crimson red eyes of Zeke and found herself dumbfounded.

Next: Chapter One