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I Was Just a Background Noble, Until the Villainesses Desired Me

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I died. I reincarnated. I was relieved to discover I wasn’t the heroine, nor the villainess, not even a sidekick. Just a background noble with a forgotten name: Elira Veremelle. In this cruel fantasy world where status means survival and love is currency, I planned to keep my head down and stay invisible. Until she looked at me. Then the other one followed. Two villainesses—once feared for their cunning and ambition—suddenly shift their attention away from the prince, their original prey, and toward… me. I tried to run. I tried to disappear. But they’re not interested in princes anymore. Not when I exist. Not when I breathe. And now they want to own me. Gazes that linger too long. Kisses that come too close. Bites that almost break skin. They call it love. I call it dangerous. But the scariest part is... I might already be theirs.
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