The Villainess tames the beast

Many things in the world are always within people's reach, but for her, it's different; she hasn't attained a single one. She worked hard to survive in the world she grew up in, laboring here and there, but no matter what she did, fate seemed to block her.

"What are you saying, that you don't have any money?" Reverie's stepmother sneered as she arrived home to find her stepmother rummaging through her cabinet, holding her wallet, containing all her savings.

"I'll take that, Auntie. I need it for my tuition fees," she calmly said, reaching for her wallet but her stepmother pulled it away.

Her stepmother gave her a condescending look. "Tuition? Your sibling is the one going to school, Reverie," she said, slipping the wallet into her pocket. She walked toward Reverie, blocking her path.

Reverie clenched her fist in anger. She always held back when her stepmother did something unpleasant. But now, her patience was wearing thin.

She chased after her stepmother, who was now in the living room counting money. The audacity of this woman!

"Auntie, give it back to me! your child's has also a money, and you're using mine?! Have some shame!" she exclaimed, snatching the wallet and engaging in a tug of war.

Her stepmother's eyes widened. "You're the one without shame! You're staying here, benefiting from us, and not contributing anything!"

"What do you mean, not contributing? I pay for the electricity, water, and even the rice! And you? You're just a lazy couch potato!" she shouted, yanking the wallet even harder to finally take it back.

"You!" her stepmother was about to slap her, but Reverie managed to block her hand. She pushed her stepmother forcefully, causing her to stumble back into a chair.

She stared defiantly at her stepmother, who was shocked by her actions. After a moment, a rough hand slapped her cheek. The force was so strong that she fell to the floor, her cheek numb.

She touched her tingling cheek, stunned by the intensity of the slap. It felt as though she had committed a grave offense.

She glanced at the one who slapped her and saw her father. She was about to speak, but he beat her to it.

"No gratitude! Have you forgotten that I brought you into this house? You better fix your behavior!" he yelled at her.

Instead of crying due to her hurtful words, anger overwhelmed her. She stood up and glared at him. "Why?! Did I ask you to bring me here? Who told you to do that? Didn't grandma refuse to give me to you because she knew I'd end up with worthless people like you? You're the ones who are worthless! A useless father!"

She shouted in anger and then quickly turned away to pack her things. There was no point in staying here.

After packing her things, she left her room, and the two were still there.

Her father gave her a sharp look. "Leave if you want to! You're worthless!"

"Tsk," she said, shooting them a final glare and walked past them.

She walked briskly, and the people she passed by all had sympathetic expressions on their faces.

She sighed and boarded a jeepney. She didn't know where she was going, and she had nowhere to go.

After a few minutes of riding, she realized she was the only passenger left.

"Where are you getting off, miss?" the driver asked, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

She looked around and realized she was already here.

"Just drop me off here," she said and got out of the jeepney, paying the driver.

She stood in front of the church and decided to go inside.

She walked weakly and sat down.

She had nothing now. It seemed like she would sleep on the streets or here if possible.

She looked up to prevent her tears from falling.

"You're a strong woman, Reverie. This is just a trial. You can overcome it," she told herself.

When she felt a bit better, she knelt down and prayed. After she finished praying, her cellphone suddenly rang.

"What could this be?" She opened her cellphone and saw a notification for the novel she was currently reading. Since she had nothing else to do, she decided to read it.

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"He took a long time to finish, and he was getting frustrated because of the story's bad turn. The antagonist he liked died! Argh! It's infuriating!

"Tsk. If only I were in this world, this wouldn't have happened," he muttered to himself, then stood up and picked up his bag.

He walked out quickly, his pace fast. He had so much on his mind, and the story he had read added to his worries. But despite the story's course, he still looked forward to it. Sometimes, he wondered if he was still normal.

"Miss! Move aside!"

He turned to the person who shouted, frozen in his tracks when he saw a large truck heading his way. It felt like he was flying, and his body hit the road hard.

"Call an ambulance!"

"He got hit!"

"The driver had brake problems."

"Hurry! He's still breathing!"

He heard various voices, and his vision became blurry. In a few moments, his eyelids grew heavy, and he closed them completely.

...

"Grandma, who is he?" a trembling young girl asked her grandmother.

"He's your father, Querencia," the old woman replied.

The child remained bowed. This was the man from her dreams. He was going to do something terrible to her.

"Come, Querencia," the man said, extending his hand.

She shook her head repeatedly. "I don't want to go with you."

The man smiled menacingly. "