The Become A Villain In The Novel
Chapter 1

ATTENTION: This story IS STRAIGHT. NO LGBT ELEMENTS at all. So just calm down.

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After my parents died half a year ago, my already poor life was getting worse. During these six months I lived off my salary of eight hundred thousand rupiah as a dispensary keeper. And in the evening I fought desperately as a writer of unknown online novels. I've been doing it for two years. But only a single reader will stop at my lap.

But the last three months have been different. My novel “My Man is Celebrity”. Sania Suherman, an avid and meek intern, with famous actor Tony Lesmana. Sweet and exciting love story with 21+ rating. Plus the heated conflict between Sania and Catherine Wijaya, Tony's fiancee and CEO of entertainment agency WJ Entertainment, the boss where the main character works. The jealous Catherine of the man she loved chose another woman doing all sorts of ways to annoy Sania.

I-i know. The story is cliche.  The meek and mediocre woman made the handsome prince who was valued by many women bend their knees, even defeating the fiance who was famous for being beautiful, rich, and very talented. One of the tricks to make the female lead appear superior to all the existing characters.

But it was this cliche that made my novel read twenty million times. Making my nearly deactivated savings account suddenly can durian collapse. But just like the trees are getting higher and more hit by the storm, my novel is like that.

Ah, Catherine's less evil.

Make him go crazy again dong.

Less exciting. Too ordinary.

If I keep on reading, I don't want to continue reading. Bosens.

I think conflict is ordinary. Catherine's less evil.

Make Catherine's worse and worse, sister. Then he shall be punished with severe punishment. Pengin see Catherine go crazy writhing Tony over Sania. Wkwkwk...

I was protested by a reader who was dissatisfied with the evil of the antagonist. I think these readers are the criminals. How can they expect someone to turn more evil and destroy their own life.

Honestly, I don't really like making stories with antagonists that are too crazy. And I feel sorry to see them sometimes. The main female lead did nothing. Just smiling slightly and showing a cheerful nature, she easily attracted everyone's heart. While the antagonist, who fought hard to get one love from the male lead, did not get anything. Which finally made them jealous blindly and shattered. Even if viewed further, the female lead and the male lead were the ones who cheated on her behind it.

Scroll the clock at the table that has shown at three in the morning. It means I've been sitting in front of the laptop for ten hours. Draining all the energy and ideas for new chapter updates as much as possible. Being too tired, I immediately slumped my head on the table and fell asleep.

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“Apologies to Sania now!” I screamed at a man in front of me.

My eyes are rounded. The angry man was handsome. Shackles and proportionate. A face with high cheekbones, a pointed nose, a firm jaw, and full red lips. Not to mention her well-groomed white skin.

One word: he's really my type.

“You don't want to apologize?” The man was restoring his hair while sighing in frustration. “Catherine, until when will you like gini?”

Catherine's? Who did she talk to Catherine? Is there a Catherine around here? I looked left and right, then looked back at the man. He was clearly looking at me.

“What more do you want to do now? Want to dodge what else? Actually why do you keep bothering Sania? What's wrong with him?”

Suddenly a screen appeared in front of me. Exactly like the mission box in the game that I often play.

Say, “If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have left me,” on Tony Lesmana.

What kind of cheap dialogue is that?

But wait a minute. I seem familiar with that cheap dialogue. Then Tony Lesmana, and Catherine?

Hahaha.I must have worked too hard. Now they even terrorize me in dreams. Why did I become Catherine? Do I feel guilty for making him a criminal?

“Catherine, you really don't want to apologize?” I looked again at this handsome man in front of me. Then I realized a beautiful woman with a sad face was standing behind her. He's soaking wet. An oversized jacket covered his flapping clothes. The jacket I believe belongs to this man who's mad at me.

“Tony, I'm fine. Miss Catherine must have been accidentally.” When I looked around it turned out that many pairs of eyes were watching this incident. I stared at a fountain that stood majestically in what I thought was the lobby of this office. That woman named Sania must have fallen there. And Catherine was accused of being the one who pushed her.

My chest felt crumpled by his words. I never thought being called a criminal could be this painful.

With compassionate face Sania tried to explain back, “But I flirted alone. Miss Catherine didn't push me.”

“You are too good.” Tony glanced at me cynically. “And that person took advantage of your kindness.”

Meanwhile, the box with the dialogue I had to say never disappeared. I don't want to say it. I'm really upset right now. Accused of being a criminal and now having to say disgusting things to the person who looked at me hatefully.

“I can't be quiet. I'll report this to the police.” Then the man turned to me. “Catherine, you can't act arbitrarily just because you're the boss in this place. You will never get my attention with your silly behavior that I think gini.”

Then with all the scornful glare, Tony took Sania away, leaving me still standing.

The mission box has reappeared.

You failed to carry out the mission.

Now I'm in a place that says it's my room. I've slapped my cheek repeatedly until it feels numb. It means it's real. Yesterday I never woke up when soon my face will look like a victim of the KDRT.

And again, it all feels real. The coffee I just drank. The softness of the chair I sat on. Computer screen that feels cold. And all this stuff is going on and there's no missing piece. I mean, in a dream sometimes you will suddenly move places and meet unexpected people. Talks that occur in dreams are often not connected. I'm pretty sure I'm fully aware right now. So, despite not liking this fact, I concluded I entered into the novel. Becoming a Catherine Wijaya.

“Ah, I feel insane in my own conclusion.” I hissed in frustration while ruffling my hair.

Never mind. If I keep thinking I'll go crazy. Suddenly I remembered something. I'm intercom.

“Yes, Mom,” says someone who is my secretary. Name's Keegan. I know where it came from? This is the guy who picked me up in the lobby and brought me here.

“Ke my room now.”

A moment later Keegan was already standing in front of me.

“Please buy me something. Whether it's fruit, chocolate, or biscuits. Just buy me a biscuit and send it to the Sania.” table The woman is an acute biscuit lover.

I'm not a good pretender. Even though I'm not the one pushing that woman, I still feel responsible. Because anyway, this body is what drives it.

“Sania?” great-grandson Keegan doesn't believe it. “Mom's Meaning, Sania Sulaiman?”

“Iya.”

“Don't use cyanide, Mom? I hate that woman. He's the one who snatched Mother's fiancee.”

“I don't care who he took. Just buy. Entertain him or something.”

I hate feeling guilty.

“Good, Bu.” Keegan left in a hurry. I wouldn't throw it out the window if I relaxed a little.

“Well, I'd better just go home now. I need to calm my mind for a moment.”

I might want to burn this building down if I have to stay longer. Anyway, I'm the boss.

***

Sincerely,

Dark Peppermint