Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie's eyes almost fell out of their sockets as soon as she read it word for word. She was keen on the contract written, taking her time regardless of how much time passed.

'He really is serious about this—and being in an exclusive relationship?!'

Somehow, it made her furious to read the contents in it, writing in the air with swiftness.

[You want me to sign this when all of it favors your terms and conditions?]

"It doesn't harm you either." He shrugged, walking to the other couch that was on the opposite side of her. "We might as well take a seat while we're at it, hmm?"

A lot of important characters flocked to Athan's side—Veronica and Sylvester mainly—made significant movements to achieve his goals in a rather short time. The large network of them was insane, and paired with his foreseen knowledge of the future, no doubt she would've had a hard time.

Even if she only had Keith by his side, she could still manage to halt his advances while she was innovative in her ways.

Proven and tested.

She had to take precautions upon meeting Athan again. Yet that course of action she made resulted in a grave reaction.

[I vehemently decline. Over my dead body. No way I shall partake in your crazy harem.] She sat and gave him a dismissive wave of a hand, forcing a crooked smile. [Thank you for the offer, but next—]

"Don't be so quick and uptight to decline me right away." He raked his hair to the back, scrunching his face.

"No," she uttered, sighing, and reached for the grimoire to write with ease.

[To make me work together with your plans for the future of the empire, and be your partner in bed… Your arrogance knows no bounds.' She rolled her eyes. [Must I remind you that I don't need a man like you?]

Somehow, Athan was taken aback. 

[Keith is by AND on my side.]

If Athan thought now that she also lived another lifetime, then she would be so gracious enough to help his cause.

Perhaps he was in a rude awakening. 

He did her dirty once, and he would do it again. There are few and few people trusting Nathalie's side, and it wasn't worth the risk.

Nathalie's mindset was still strong; despite sudden turmoil in her train of thoughts. Her body reacting with great positivity—palpitations banged her chest and ears, and her body went all giddy that she wanted to jump in ecstasy.

'Girl, I—The hell is this, I need to get it together!'

A cold statuesque, and now seemingly cold, fair skin with palms went all sweaty.

If she was Mystique, then she would've been dying to hear no different from a sweet affirmation of the man she held a deep interest in, but she was a different person now. 

This wasn't the path she foresaw.

It doesn't make sense in her fantasy.

[I don't like you. We shall set that for a record—]

"Do you really mean it?"

Athan, earlier, leaned his back with a soft gaze though brimmed with such confidence. Now, he leaned with his elbows propped on his thighs, and he had yet to break eye contact with her.

A sudden tingle coursed through her skin; somehow, it was a little hard for her to breathe. The pupils in her eyes dilated, never did thought she would be on the verge of breaking into character.

"Violette, do you mean it?"

"I do." 

Nathalie, still, looked serious; but from within was in utter mess. Never had she felt this kind of crazy, obsessive feeling before. One might think she was hanging by a thread just from this moment.

Though as much as she hated to admit it, it soothed and gave peace of mind when she was in his arms, to experience it the first time was the best feeling. 

'I wanted to shout at him, but I couldn't do so; I can't waste so much energy in this.'

"Ahh, seriously!" He lifted his hands out of disappointment, leaning back again. "Have you really changed?"

She closed her eyes when she couldn't stand how pitiful he looked; there must be no stone unturned when it came down to him. Athan was a bullet she needed to dodge so bad.

[You must be that blind not to see then. Exclusive relationship while you're in a harem with the rest of the ladies you would—]

"Look, you know why I roped them in."

Nathalie nodded, for they weren't simple, noble ladies, power, and connections, and all of them were also part of his plans—Veronica, however, might be higher than all of them. 

Even Mystique wanted to be part of it, but higher than Veronica's. So hypocritical of him to criticize Mystique when he was on the same page as her. 

"But that doesn't matter. You already saw what's written in there, especially the two first objectives."

In the parchment were several statements and clauses listed, and she couldn't help but narrow her eyes, staring at it with disgust.

'But...To think that the curse would only apply to me…' 

She didn't have to ponder anymore as she was a witch, and she worked on the curse. 

[Which is why this is utter nonsense; I refuse to believe you couldn't alleviate the curse in you with all of the women throwing themselves at you.]

"I told you already." Athan groaned, slamming his palms on his forehead. "It already made me crazy why did you even do this to me? At least take responsibility for it!"

[Even Veronica?]

"Yes, yes! I did it with her that I lost count in a whole damn day!" After grabbing his hair, he let go and clenched his jaws out of frustration. "The more I do it, the more I'm feeling drained."

Astonishment painted Nathalie's face; her eyes had yet to blink from the piece of news that she heard, and assessing Athan's gestures seemed like he spoke nothing but the truth; even the temperature in his body hadn't shifted so erratic.

'I have my eyes on you, Athan.' 

With a squint, she wrote again. 

[Then, I suppose I should write my terms and conditions just as well.]

"...Take it as you will."

[Good, very well then.] With a dramatic flick of her fingertips, she wrote them at once before she gave the contract back.

Nathalie now had a lopsided grin with his forehead creased and all grumpy, saying aloud.

"... Surrender the suitcases?"