The Vile Princess
Gea is always seeking help, to everyone, to god to the point she thought herself of being pathetic. She’s an adult. No one cares the life of a mere stupid human.
It’s her fault to choose this life. Egoistic and arrogant woman who clueless. Pretending to be clever, but in reality, she was nothing more than a useless person.
She was drowning in her fantasy of life. Have an outstanding job, a great husband, and a rich life. Gea only living in downtown and shabby apartment. In the room where the things she’s doing are drunk and smoking.
She inhaled her smoke and then let it out, glancing at her cellphone waiting for a mail of her being hired. It is none.
She chugged her liquor from the bottled and smoke again. She hated her life and how miserable it was. How she’s never got what she dreams.
Stand up from her seat and pull out her jacket that hanging for who knows how long. She went out and locked the door of her flat. The smell of alcohol lingers in her body. Whenever she passed into someone, they covered their noses and gave her a look of disgust. Well, she gets used to it. Gea has no more conscience and shame anymore.
She walked until she’s stopped in the bridge near her flat. Gea sighed. As her hand resting in the bridge rail. How unfair. She reached her hand to the sky, looked at the skyscraper across the bridge.
God, you’re so unfair to me.
I wish I’d been born in a rich family, having great parents who always there for me. It might be a dreamful life. How nice.
She inhaled the fresh air around her; she closed her eyes. But then she hears a scream in fright as she felt something pushed her body forward, loses her balance, and falls off the bridge.
Huh, you might kid. I still Wanna live! Her hand tried to reach something but fu * k it.
There’s nothing that can help her stop falling. She’s regret to this bridge today. It's hilarious. She’s still heard people screaming and panicked, as they called the police and ambulance.
“Oh my God, where’s the ambulance?”
“911, hello.. yes.. we are in-“
Yet, her body fall to the lake, she’s tried to swim but she can’t. Maybe because of the alcohol that her feet numbed. Her oxygen diminished, and it’s started hard to breathe. Her sight getting blur and her consciousness disappeared. That was the last thing she remembered before the darkness swallows her soul.
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“Lady ..”
“Wake up ..”
Gea's head throbbing in pain as someone shaking her body. For goddess’ sake, didn’t she just falls over to the lake? Whoever it way they don’t know how to act gentle!
“Hmm, stop it..” she grumbled. She opened her eyes, startled of her voice. It’s not her voice, she knows it. Her eyes roaming around the room, she’s not in the hospital. It was a luxurious room, with a European style. Then her eyes fell to a woman in maid clothes. The maid’s face paled, her body trembled in fear as she just met a demon. Then she immediately lowered her face to face the floor. As if she didn’t dare look at Gea.
“Lady Irene.. please have mercy on me... I ... I had to w-wake you up.” Liliana stuttering, Gea still didn’t know what happened to her, and why this woman called her Lady Irene?
“What did you just call me?” Gea asked. She examined the body she resides in. It was a beautiful healthy white skin. Beautiful pair of hands. It’s not her body. The maid’s face is more pale than before, she’s more panicked when Gea asked.
“La-lady Irene”
“No way..” Gea muttered in disbelief. It might just a dream. She pinched her hand, it’s real. Gea stared at the maid and with her confused minds, she asked.
“Where am I? And Who are you?” The maid seems about to pass out. No way, The lady doesn’t recognise herself, even she didn’t remember who she was. She’s the lady’s maid.
“This ... Lady, are you didn’t know who am I?” She asked carefully.
“No, I didn’t remember who you are..” Gea felt like she’s going mad. It’s confusing. The maid in front of her then says.
“I’m going to inform his grace about it. Please stay still in your bed, Lady” she strode out from her room and closed her door. She gets out of bed and walked to the mirror. There’s standing a stunning beauty. Her hair was black as the darkness. Her white porcelain skin glowing. Her red eyes stared at her sharply. No way ... It can’t be right. As her mind debated. She hears a commotion outside her door. Before her door slammed open.
A man in his forty approached her with a worried look. His appearance is not much different from her. The same pair of beautiful red eyes and black hair. His eyes softly look at her while his face remains stoic.
“Are you felt hurt anywhere?” He asked calmly. Gea shook her head, This man might be the father of Irene. Gea unsure what to do, she doesn’t know why she’s suddenly in this body.
“Seems like she hurt her head badly. She doesn’t even remember me.” He said. Gea tilted her head slightly. What does that mean? The man now scrutinises her face. And He surely knows that his daughter doesn’t recognise him the moment her eyes sparkled when she sees him. It’s not the usual Irene, If it’s the old self Irene, she would give him her icy gaze.
“Father?” How long is it? The last time he heard that word from Irene’s mouth was when she’s a kid. He felt a headache. This is not good, his daughter has lost her memories.
“Rama. Ask the physician to hurry.” He ordered the butler behind him, gestured him with his hand asked him to do it faster.
“Yes, your grace” The butler bowed, then gone in the next second. Her jaw dropped. This! Holy moly! What kind of world is she in?
“It’s okay, Irene, everything is gonna be fine.”
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It’s been one week after Gea woke up as Irene. From the information her maid tells her, Irene is the youngest child of The Grand Duke of Dharanendra. As the youngest, they spoil her rottenly. She always gets what she wants.
She had been bedridden over a week after having an accident in a youth ball. The reason for it is that of her foolishness.
Irene is an embodiment of the actual devil, she’s infamous for being a vile woman who loves torture people. She has everything, an influential Family, money, looks. But only one she can’t get her fiancé's love. She desires his love and will do anything for it.
But these past few months. Her fiancé spotted have affair with the baron’s daughter, Elle Vidia Tarachandra it’s made Irene mad, she resents Elle. So, in the Youth Ball, Irene threatened to destroy Elle’s family, if she didn’t stay away from her fiancé. But Elle is not afraid of Irene’s threats, and scoffs at Irene, as a disgusting woman.
Irene was angry and immediately slapped Elle’s face. Her emotion burning wildly, and she tried to kill Elle with her dark magic. At that moment, her fiancé comes to stopped Irene, he attacks Irene and throws Irene far from Elle. Irene surprised at the sudden attack, but she can’t stop it. Her body hit the wall hard. She tried to stand and reply to his attack. But she froze at his fiancé's eyes, hatred, and disgust.
Her body slumped down, and his fiance left her as he is carrying Elle away. Betrayed, he betrays her. Blood gushed out from her mouth. He hurts her badly. This incident is being watched by all the people. She’s then being escorted back home and the fall unconscious for over a week.
Her Maid. Liliana also tells Gea that Irene’s Fiance has annulled their engagement. Since He’s from the Marquis Family, he can’t do anything about Irene’s acts to kill her beloved Elle. And The Royal turn blind eyes to the incident. They don’t care about the complaints people gave about Irene. So the annulment is her punishment.
“How stupid” she muttered. Well, let’s just living quietly. Anyway, thanks to Irene, because of her She’s still alive. Even it’s not in the same world as before, at least she’s reborn as The Grand Duke’s daughter.
From afar Indra looks at her daughter who smiled brightly. Seems like the memory lost brings back his lovely daughter.
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