What if your life was never your own?
What if every choice, every breath, was ink on a page, and you were made to lose?

Eris was written to fall.
To burn. To become the villain everyone needed to hate.

But she remembers everything now.
The death. The second chance. The truth.

And she’s done playing along.

The world wants its villain back.
It’s unraveling without her.
But Eris is tired. So very tired.

And if she must die again, this time, she’ll choose the ending.

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I undressed swiftly, shrugging off my tunic and unlacing my trousers, my gaze never leaving hers in the mirror. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking precum at the tip, aching for her heat. Eris's eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching as she took in the sight, and I stepped closer, pressing the length of me against her belly. "See what you do to me, Empress?" I said politely, my tone conversational even as I reached down to squeeze her ass, kneading the soft flesh with firm grips that made her gasp. "It's only natural, given how captivating you are."


Chapter 439 - MADNESS r18 pt 2