
The Wicked Womanās Daughter Needs a New Daddy
ģ ė ģ ėøģ ģģė¹ ź° ķģķ“
The day I finally tried to save my mom from my garbage father, I got into an accidentāonly to wake up inside a novel.
āThis⦠this is the world of the novel I read.ā
If Loving You Is a Sināa romance fantasy novel where the protagonists are a pair of adulterers.
āDia, my daughterā¦!ā
āā¦Mom.ā
I had been reborn as the daughter of the female villain, the legal wife of the male lead, who was treated as a wicked woman and killed. Seeing my mother in her, I blurted out the words I never got to say to my real mom before she died.
āDivorce him, Mom.ā
āā¦ā¦ā
After making a contract with a demon, we left the male leadās estate and took refuge under my motherās family, the Duchy of Winston. Even so, I didnāt have enough power to defy the original story. So, I decided to find a new dadāsomeone strong enough to protect us. My choice? The future emperor, a tyrant in the making. In the novel, he went mad after returning from the battlefield, his rage fueled by my motherās execution as a villainess. And as they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But something seems off about this future tyrant. I stared at him as he kept being excessively kind to me. Then, I asked bluntly, āYour Highness, you like my mom, donāt you?ā Cough! Cough, coughā¦! āā¦ā¦ā Gotcha, you punk.
āI will become Your Highnessās sword.ā āā¦ā¦ā Looking down at the boy with beast-like golden eyes, I smirked. Now, everything was in place. I no longer feared the original story. This time, no matter what, I will find happiness here with my mom.
After making a contract with a demon, we left the male leadās estate and took refuge under my motherās family, the Duchy of Winston. Even so, I didnāt have enough power to defy the original story. So, I decided to find a new dadāsomeone strong enough to protect us. My choice? The future emperor, a tyrant in the making. In the novel, he went mad after returning from the battlefield, his rage fueled by my motherās execution as a villainess. And as they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But something seems off about this future tyrant. I stared at him as he kept being excessively kind to me. Then, I asked bluntly, āYour Highness, you like my mom, donāt you?ā Cough! Cough, coughā¦! āā¦ā¦ā Gotcha, you punk.
āI will become Your Highnessās sword.ā āā¦ā¦ā Looking down at the boy with beast-like golden eyes, I smirked. Now, everything was in place. I no longer feared the original story. This time, no matter what, I will find happiness here with my mom.