A/N: enjoy reading, dreamer's.
I've been sitting in my room for a while now, staring outside on the veranda. After what happened earlier, I quickly ordered them to leave and told them that I needed to be alone.
Shit! I stood up and paced back and forth. What chapter am I on in the story? Think Shyn! Think!
I need to figure out where I am in the story. I need to help Belle and save myself from death.
"Lady Belle," I paused my thoughts as I heard a voice outside my door. "This is Milca." It greeted me politely.
Yeah. That's right! I need Milca, Belle's personal maid.
So I quickly opened my door and Milca smiled at me. She bowed her head and I gestured for her to come in.
"Milca," I called her. She innocently looked at me.
"What is it, Lady Belle?" She asked me. I gave her a sweet smile which widened her eyes in surprise.
I know Belle's attitude is bad and she never smiles at her servants except for the man she fancies. Even if she smiles at others, it's fake.
So evil this girl.
"My lady?" It seemed like she was about to cry as she wiped imaginary tears from her eyes. "I can't believe you smiled." She added dramatically, and I secretly rolled my eyes. She's so over the top.
"Milca," I called her again, "Can I trust you?" I seriously asked her. I know Milca was one of Belle's victims, but the tables have turned, and I need to change Belle's fate.
"Wed ol ma hart, my lady." She answered, raising her right hand in front of me. I winced at her gesture.
"That means you'll be with me from now on," I said to her before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. I need to refresh my mind and body. No wonder I was itchy; Belle had been sleeping for a month without a bath, right?
"Lady, do you want me to help you?" She knocked on the bathroom door, and I quickly responded.
"No! I can do it by myself." I replied and continued with my shower rituals. Woah! I love the fragrance of roses.
After a few minutes, I got out of the bathroom and changed my clothes. I chose to wear a yellow dress that reached my ankles. I sat in front of my mirror and fixed my hair. I put on a sunflower tiara, and I didn't bother putting on makeup. I didn't need it anyway.
When I was satisfied, I left my room. I needed to deal with the devil as Milca told me earlier that my dear father, or should I say, Belle's father, wanted to see me.
Speaking of the devil, I saw him staring at me dangerously. What a loving father, welcoming his daughter with his deadly glare.
He's Art Brian Lizon, the Duke of this place, and it's undeniable that he possessed good looks. With those tempting eyes, it's no wonder Belle inherited it. However, with his elegant face, I wouldn't be surprised if women still pursued him even though he's old.
I ignored his deadly stare as I elegantly sat down and waited for him to speak.
"What did you do this time?" He asked irritatedly. I rolled my eyes before answering.
"It's nothing, father." I answered bored. I saw the irritation on his handsome face, and well, the feeling is mutual. I'm getting annoyed too! What kind of father would prioritize a sermon instead of asking if Belle is okay?
"Nothing?! The crown prince is worried about you. You're ruining our family's name, Anika. Are you that thirsty for his attention?! Are you that desperate to be noticed by the prince? I didn't raise you like this, Anika." He angrily shouted at me. That's why I stared at him seriously in the eyes. He's crossing the line.
In this story, Belle is the villainess, so she's hated. That's why I need to find a way to avoid the original scene, change Belle's fate, and escape death. This isn't just about Belle's life; this is also about mine. I'm not sure if I'm still alive in my world or if I'm already dead. That's why I understand Belle now. All she wants is her family's love, but it was taken away from her, which led her to become like this. While I change Belle's fate, I'll also find answers to why I'm in this world.
"Why, father? Why is it easy for you to judge your own daughter like that? Why are you siding with others instead of your own blood? Do you hate me that much for taking Mother's life? I wish I didn't wake up. I hope I died, so people won't care anymore. Even my own father hates my presence. Thank you for bringing me back. Excuse me, father, enjoy your meal," I said coldly before walking away.