I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 107: Romeo And Juliet (1)

Chapter 107: Romeo And Juliet (1)

The journey had been long, veiled by darkness and guided only by instinct and yaerning.

Evelyn moved swiftly through the silent woods, the path narrowing as ancient trees bowed overhead like sentinels guarding secrets best left buried.

Then, through the thinning mist, she saw it.

The Huliet Castle rose from the earth like a scar—towering, grim, and unwelcoming.

Its jagged spires clawed at the night sky, and the moonlight cast a pallid sheen over its crumbling stonework.

She recognized the architecture immediately: cold, brutal, and imposing. It was a fortress built to intimidate, once the pride of a war-hardened lineage.

Though its strategic importance had long faded, the castle still stood as a symbol of the Huliet family’s unyielding grip. A relic of bloodlines and brutality now repurposed as a stronghold for secrets.

And this one—this corner of the empire—belonged to Norvan.

His domain.

His dungeon.

And somewhere within its depths... Verena.

Just as Evelyn pressed deeper into the outer courtyard, her senses sharpened, scanning every shadow and distant creak.

She had rehearsed this infiltration in her mind a hundred times. Every footstep calculated. Every breath quiet.

Suddenly, her vision wavered.

She realized too late. The fog wasn’t just mist. It shimmered faintly with traces of alchemical residue.

A trap.

She turned on her heel, tried to retreat, but her legs gave out. The world spun violently. Her pulse thudded in her ears like war drums.

Poison? No... A sleeping agent?—

The thought cut short. Darkness took her like a curtain falling mid-act.

***

"Wakey, wakey..."

A playful laugh echoed through the dungeon.

Verena groaned, stretching slightly in the damp cell.

She’d been stuck here far too long.

This was supposed to be the villainess’s grand downfall, not her personal hell.

How did she get wrapped up in this cliché novel nonsense?

Every moment had been filled with trying to follow some dumb system, ticking boxes and trying to make sense of it all.

And then, she found out her "role" was to "wife up" the heroines.

What in the actual plot was this?

The whole thing felt like the premise of one of those ridiculous stories: The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really Love You. What a mess. Atleast hers wasn’t a hundred.

Like, seriously? Dying because she couldn’t even manage to form her own harem properly?

What kind of tragic, over-the-top nonsense was this?

"I said, wake up!" A hand pulled her by the nape, slamming her head against the cold metal bars of the cell. The sharp impact made her groan in pain, dizziness swirling in her vision.

She hadn’t eaten in what felt like forever, her stomach growling in protest.

Honestly, was everyone in this novel mentally ill?

"Look who I brought you as a gift..."

Verena’s eyes snapped to Norvan’s grin, twisted with satisfaction.

And there, standing before the prison cell, was Evelyn.

"E-Eve..."

Verena’s body was frail, her skin pale from days of neglect. She couldn’t even find the strength to scream, her throat raw from the horrors she had endured.

The torture had been relentless—the beatings, the sleepless nights, the cruel taunts, the constant starvation.

"Verena!" Evelyn shouted. The sight of her seemed almost too good to be true—unscathed, much to Verena’s surprise. But how had she even gotten here?

"If you’re thinking what I’m thinking..." Norvan rose with a sinister grin. "No, I didn’t kidnap her all the way here. She came on her own. I simply... guided her."

Evelyn’s face was a mix of shock and disbelief, and Verena could see the confusion written all over her, even from this distance.

[Affection Event Countdown]

[Remaining Time: 34 Hours]

[Penalty: Severe consequences if the task is not completed within the given timeframe.]

Seriously? A fucking penalty?As if being stuck here wasn’t punishment enough.

What was she supposed to do now?

The clock was ticking, and she couldn’t afford to waste a single moment thinking.

But that was the cruel irony, wasn’t it? The whole point of this "affection event" was for Evelyn to save her.

However, could Evelyn actually pull it off?

The girl had barely proven herself capable of handling anything without a guide.

Was she really supposed to depend on her for rescue?

The very thought had Verena snorting in disbelief.

"How poetic," Norvan murmured, barely audible. "A love story... doomed from the start."

Verena narrowed her eyes, her pulse quickening. She could sense the danger in his words.

He stood slowly, every movement deliberate, as if savoring the moment. His voice was cold, mocking. "Let’s make this interesting, shall we? A game of fate. A twisted little reenactment, if you will."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Romeo and Juliet," Norvan said with a sickening smile. "The classic tale of star-crossed lovers. Only this time, there’s no escaping. No dramatic poison or tragic deaths—just a test of love, loyalty, and sacrifice."

The plot was starting to make sense, but she hated where this was going.

"You see," he continued, stepping toward them with a dagger glinting in his hand, "Pretend that I am the family that disapproves of your love, the force that drives you apart." He paused dramatically, holding the dagger high.

A cruel laugh escaped his lips as he held the dagger between them, slowly twirling it.

This wasn’t just some twisted fantasy of his. One of them was going to die, or maybe both.

Suddenly, Norvan released the both of them and they were free to move. They sat in the middle of the dungeon, sitting before the man himself.

"Alright, ladies," he said lightly, "here’s the deal. First one to react gets to live."

Was he serious?

Her body screamed at her to move, to do something—but her limbs wouldn’t budge.

Evelyn sat still too. Neither of them reacted. However, the girl looked rather dazed.

Then, without a word, she suddenly collapsed.

"Evelyn?!" Verena gasped, lurching forward in alarm.

"Well, well... your Juliet is dead."

He crouched beside Evelyn’s unconscious body, retrieving a small leather pouch from his belt and letting it dangle between two fingers.

"Poison?" he mused aloud, the corner of his mouth twitching with a grin. "Maybe. Maybe not. Wouldn’t you like to know?"

If she took it, she could go back and regress through time.

Her powers were sealed in this wretched place, inaccessible and dormant.

The idea was tempting. So tempting.

To just end it all... and start again.

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