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I thought it was a good idea—especially with my reader base slowly growing. I wanted to experiment with a new approach, something different, something fresh.
But this story… it just didn’t take off.
It never passed a thousand views on Webnovel. Not even five subscribers. On Tapas, barely two. I tried uploading it to my Indonesian platform as well, hoping it might resonate locally—but the response was the same. Almost no one gave it a chance.
And I can guess why, so why?
I started out writing fanfiction about romances between two beauty queens who, in real life, are truly in love with each other. That was my beginning. And from there, I grew. Gradually, I developed into a professional writer of GxG stories, writing more narratives within the theme of LGBTQ+ fiction.
And this story, I Want My Villainess
It is about a woman born into power, a lesbian heir to one of America’s largest business empires. She’s brilliant in her own quiet way. Sharp-minded, good at martial arts, naturally gifted in finance… But none of it is what she wants.
All she’s ever dreamed of is becoming a chef. Cooking brings her peace. Joy. A sense of control. But her father, always watching, always demanding, wants her to carry the legacy of the family business. And while her older brother is next in line, it’s her the old man relies on most. She negotiates. She obeys. But only on one condition: let her chase her dream, and she’ll protect the business empire.
It wasn't enough.
She dies—suddenly, violently—pushed into the path of a speeding truck while saving her sister-in-law. And just like that, her story should have ended.
But fate isn't done with her.
She wakes up in another world, in another body—not as a woman, but as a man. A prince. A gay prince, no less.
Worse still, this isn’t just any world. It’s a BL dating sim her younger sister used to obsess over. And the prince she’s now inhabiting? He’s infamous. 9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzgXZGgzo03
A tragic villain who ruined an empire out of blind devotion to a beautiful, manipulative, gold-digging poor baron's son, abandoning his goddess-like fiancée, betraying his crown, and dying in the hands of his own fiancée.
It was meant to be bold. Sexy. Hot. A total genre-bender.
A story about a brilliant lesbian heiress: beautiful, headstrong, and born into obscene wealth. She hated the family business but excelled in it. All she really wanted was to be a chef. Just cook. Just breathe. But her father wouldn’t allow it. Not unless she kept holding up the empire. And she tried. God, she tried.
Then came her death—tragic and heroic. She saved her brother’s wife from a runaway truck, gave her life in an instant… and woke up in the body of a prince.
A gay prince. In a BL game world her little sister used to giggle over. A world where this prince—obsessed and blind—threw away his kingdom for a gold-digging lover, only to end up dead and disgraced. Now she was in his skin. A lesbian in a man’s body. Furious. Confused. Determined to change the ending.
It had all the makings of something brilliant.
But it didn’t work.
Because the readers I write for, those who’ve followed me since the beginning, weren’t looking for a gender-swap fantasy. They wanted something real. A woman’s story. A lesbian’s story. One that begins with a woman and ends with a woman, not detoured through a male avatar, no matter how clever the twist.
So, I shelved it.
It’s the only story I’ve ever dropped. The one tale I couldn’t finish.
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Disappointed, maybe, but not defeated.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl1ETZOz04x
Is it possible to salvage the story? Probably. But not in its original form. That version had its chance.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwNev9N0CV3
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Now, it’s time to reshape it, sharpen it, and breathe something new into its bones.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98zDKVK3IJ
The story—Chapter 1: The Heiress and Her Dream
Rayvenne Kaufman is a 36-year-old business development manager for a multinational corporation involved in food trading between Europe and the United States. Her parents created the company and wanted Rayvenne and her brother to carry it forward.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWpQZ3C7UFF
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The last thing she remembered was when she was having dinner with her brother, his wife, and her sister. And then she remembered as she tried to shield her sister-in-law, Beth, from the clutches of an obsessed woman, the memory that lingered in her mind was the sight of a truck crashing towards her at full speed.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6tMANaLksK
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It's the last thing she could recall before everything went dark. Every fiber of her being is convinced that this collision would be her final moment on this earth. Yet, the fact that she could still feel her body gave her a glimmer of hope and peace of mind.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfEFK2xX0kk
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Rayvenne could feel her body being broken into pieces. Every inch of her being, from her toes to her fingertips, throbbed with a terrible ache. However, it seemed as though unseen forces had ruthlessly battered her head, which is where she felt the most pain.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmAM7EUm7DH
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The pain is excruciating, consuming her every thought and leaving her feeling utterly helpless. Additionally, she felt as if someone were pressing on her ears, which is deeply unsettling.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs1OKX8QdOh
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As she’s slowly regained consciousness, her senses gradually came back to life. She could hear the faint sound of voices, muffled and distant, as if they were coming from another room.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl8V0yL84NN
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Rayvenne had the ability to sue Bauer for a considerable sum of money for harassing her sister-in-law, Beth, and herself, as well as for attempted murder. Furthermore, she could pull Bauer down to the point where they were no longer on her parents' list of major business partners, dealing a significant blow to their financial and social standing.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ0l9NLHJTK
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The smell of spices from the medicinal herbs is the first thing that caught Rayvenne's attention as she slowly regained consciousness. In the quiet room, the air is filled with an eerie stillness. The usual hum of the machines, which provided life support, is absent. The usual sounds of the footsteps of the nurses echoing through the corridors were nowhere to be heard.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFP45woLiy
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Even the sound of the intravenous fluids, slowly dripping into her veins, is strangely absent. It seemed as if the room held its breath, waiting for something to break the silence. The only sound that could be heard is the gentle rhythm of her breathing; it's a stark contrast to the usual familiar hospital sounds, leaving an unsettling feeling in the air.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡof13WKBU6R
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All of these unfamiliar sounds only amplified the persistent pain in Rayvenne's chest. It's as if a thousand tiny needles were piercing her heart, causing her to wince with every beat. With her lying there, her body felt heavy and fragile, as if it had been shattered into a million pieces.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7pDFk34wow
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Rayvenne's mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. The last thing she remembered was the truck crashing towards her and Beth, her instincts kicking in to shield her sister-in-law from harm. Had she succeeded in protecting Beth, or had the accident left her in this precarious state?9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6yVWMITOnQ
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Panic began to set in as Rayvenne realized she had no idea where she is or how she had ended up here. The silence and stillness of the room only heightened her sense of disorientation and vulnerability. She desperately needed to know what had happened and find a way to contact her family.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRAHCKAPzni
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With great effort, Rayvenne tried to move, wincing in pain as she did so. She had to find a way to alert someone, get answers, and ensure Beth's safety. The stakes were high, and Rayvenne is determined to use every resource at her disposal to protect her loved ones and hold Bauer accountable for their actions.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJlPmUGPwaa
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Every movement sent shockwaves of pain coursing through Rayvenne's body, reminding her of the immense suffering she is enduring. She longed for relief, for a break from the torment that seemed to consume her entire being.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ91dEocDQ0
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Her head and chest continued to hurt, and the discomfort made it difficult for her to breathe. As she moved her fingers, she felt the smooth surface of a bedsheet. This sheet is unlike any other hospital sheet she had ever experienced; it's exceptionally soft and felt wonderful on her skin, but it's not the kind typically found in hospital suites.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwbhK67UL9U
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Given the gravity of the incident, Rayvenne ought to be receiving treatment in an intensive care unit right about now. She should have been hooked up to a number of intravenous (IV) infusions, oxygen, potentially life support equipment, and medication in order to keep her body functioning normally. When it comes to caring for critically ill patients, most intensive care units (ICUs) have doctors, nurses, and respiratory therapists on staff who have intense training and are specialists in their field.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXlfvAC9voP
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Rayvenne, on the other hand, couldn't hear any of that—all she could sense is the gentle breeze and the sweet fragrance of the plants around her. The lack of familiar hospital sounds and equipment only added to her growing sense of confusion and unease.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeD7exgcI14
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"Am I immortal? Last time I checked, I'm not a superhero. A truck crashed into me!" Rather than seeing completely white surroundings, such as the ceiling of a hospital, Rayvenne saw a white ceiling decorated with finely patterned gypsum ornaments, similar to those shown in television programs about European history. "Huh?"9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0DbX7EbR1
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Rayvenne is taken aback for a second, expecting to see a family-owned hospital suite room filled with nurses, her parents' faces, a terrified younger sister, or an anxious elder brother. Instead, she focused on the grandeur of a luxurious and exquisite room decorated with sofas, tables, chandeliers, and gold accents everywhere she looked.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdI48An332
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In a luxurious room, she can see the bed she lies on, which is decorated with a flowing canopy. The bed gives a sense of elegance and comfort. A lovely table for a delightful morning feast or a lavish meal is well placed opposite the bed. With its smooth surface and beautiful craftsmanship, it appeared that this table was made exclusively for relishing delicious meals. Together, the bed and the table created a picturesque scene. Despite her attempts to shift and survey her surroundings, her body felt like it's being ripped apart.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ708CuHJbeE
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"His Imperial Highness, the Crown Prince!" A high-pitched voice rang in her ears.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTxpZSmYRiN
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"What, Prince?" As she looked forward, her brow twitched in astonishment. Standing before her is a middle-aged woman dressed nicely in a maid's uniform. The image is strangely familiar, similar to the clothes Sarah frequently talked about in her favorite manga, which her sister insisted she read.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEVoN3h1Ubg
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"His Imperial Highness, Crown Prince! Are you alright?" In the dimly lit room, the woman's tired body sank onto the floor.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM3Cy6h4Jmg
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Rayvenne's mind is bursting with questions. Where is she, and how did she end up in this luxurious, unidentified place? Her confusion became even greater with the maid's reference to her as the 'Crown Prince.' Is this just an odd dream, or had she been transported to another world?9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡllLO7jxmMw
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