MY NEXT LIFE WITH MY VILLAIN

t mo

n it once again. My mother had just handed the invitation cards to the driver, and I

se cheerfulness. "My pretty Nyla, happy birthday once again! Get

itch's attire sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but ask, "Why

trying to cover up he

horror movies and all things spooky. It

omentarily blocking out the pain. "Thank you, Mom," I said with a sly smirk, let

gasping for air. "Nyla, le

r, fake guilt washing over me. "Oops, I'm sorry, Mom. I

r so slightly. "I love you too, Nyla," she re

e 's room, I knew that her attention would be focused

room, my heart pounded in my chest, anxiou

r Claire . Their laughter filled the room, echoing through the air like a cruel melody.

t foolish girl. In her own birthday par

ce filled with malice. "Today, she wil

el words echoed in my mind, confirming the betrayal I had suspected all along. I retur

ing to let their words break me.

As the call connected, I could hear the excitement in her

to talk to you about something important. Can you make sure to have a dress rea

she asked, "Why can't I give it

ize that my family doesn't truly love me. They've been treating me poorly, and I suspect they have ulterior

filled with empathy. "Oh, Nyla, I'm so sorry to hear that. You deserve to b

Thank you, Julia. I have a plan, and I need yo

ia. I want to make a statement on my birthday. I have a plan

d, "Absolutely, Nyla. Tell me everything, and we'll make

et I wanted her to prepare as well. "I'll sen

, "Why the bracelet? Is there

ually, I decided to keep it to myself, at least for now. "There's a personal significance to

eve

evious year when Claire, my younger sister, had tampered with my makeup, resulting in a stubborn stain that lasted for days

oice. "Nyla, are you ready?" she called out. I took a deep breath

hidden behind her hand, but I caught the mischievous glimmer in her eyes through the reflection in the mirror a

rned to face her. "Mom, how do I l

ect witch for our themed party." She gestured towards the door. "Take your time g

y facade. "Thank you, m

left the room t

to give me a ride to Julia's house instead. As we arrived, Julia greeted me with a warm hug, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. She coul

ed me, reminding me of her unwavering support. But deep down, I couldn't he

king masterpiece, sparkling like the moon. Julia couldn't contain her excitement as she said, "It's backless, and you'll look both hot and pretty tonight. Oliver won't be able to resist you." In a muffled voice, I replied, "No, I don't love Oliver." Julia caught my words and asked

uld hardly recognize the person staring back at me. I thanked Julia for her incredible work. With a final touch, Julia declared, "

," she said, her eyes

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embarrassed in front of everyone at the party, especially in front of Oliver. Today, Oliver w

couldn't hide the sadness in my voice as I replied, "Oliver, do you have any idea what Nyla did? My mom specifically asked her to wear a princess dress because the theme i

she had dressed as a witc-- I struggled to complete my sentence as someone entered through the entrance. I continued to stammer, trying to say "w-witc-

, but he had vanished. The next moment, I saw him standing with Nyla, completely captivated by her presence. It felt

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ced that i am breaki