Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

'Oh my god!' Emilia, naked in the bathroom, sat with her legs folded and her face buried in her hands, replaying the events of just moments ago. Her ears were flushed crimson, her face equally heated. The cool water surrounding her body did little to ease the warmth that had spread through her as she recalled that teasing look in his eyes.

Right now, her mind was spinning in another world. Damien seemed like a completely different person overnight.

She couldn't figure out why—perhaps it was because of what they'd done—but somehow, he looked even more handsome.

For a fleeting moment, she even felt as though his thing inside her had grown firmer.

'How did he become this handsome?!' Emilia cried internally, struggling with how quickly she'd fallen for him. And now, even his face and body seemed to have been carved out of Greek mythology—a living Greek god.

It left her feeling utterly helpless, as though she were nothing more than a ripe fruit, ready to be sliced at any moment.

thump thump

"Uhmh... this is bad," Emilia muttered, curled up, her heart pounding as she glanced down. Her eyes caught the sight of the white fluid gushing from her lower body, mixing with the water she was soaking in.

The pungent smell lingered, and though she was in the bath, the amount was far too much for her to clean easily by just sitting there.

Frustration washed over her; there was nothing she could do about it now.

She had fallen into a trap, sinking deeper and deeper, as tears began to form in her eyes, slowly falling. A soft whisper escaped her lips in the bathroom, "sob... I-I shouldn't have fallen for him..."

"Wifey, have you bathed? I am putting cloth on the door; wear it."

Suddenly, pulling her out of her thoughts, there was another teasing voice coming through the door, which was locked from the inside. She lifted her head towards it and shook her head as she slowly stood. Her legs trembled due to exhaustion as she made her way towards the door, opening it before taking the clothes and starting to wear them.

As she made her way out of the bathroom, the first thing she saw was Damien seated while eating his food, without even waiting for her.

This made her lift her fist in anger, clearly thinking about how he had made her wake up all night, exhausted her, and even just now made her do all those things, and yet he was eating like a pig.

"Give me some too," Emilia, knowing that just by sitting beside him, he wasn't a gentleman enough to provide her food, offered her hand to ask directly of him.

As he took a plate of pasta and handed it to her, she started eating it while her face twitched as she saw him eating meat while giving her all the other things.

"I also want meat," Emilia grabbed the plate from which Damien was eating, trying to pull it as she protested, showing her dissatisfaction with a cold look.

"What? Didn't I give you my meat all night and even a few moments ago? How hungry can you be?" Damien tilted his head and nudged her shoulder, causing Emilia's face to twitch even more. Wanting to hit this man just with a punch but prioritizing her empty stomach, she decided to first eat and then beat him.

Her body was sore and had muscle pains in several places. At least one thing was good: she used to stretch and exercise regularly.

Otherwise, with the way things went, in the absence of flexibility, she would have been torn apart.

"What are you going to do next?" Emilia inquired as she glanced towards him, feeling slightly annoyed that he didn't even look at her.

However, seeing his face, which appeared really attractive even from the side angle, caused her to want to pull his cheeks, but she controlled herself as she continued eating.

"Returning to the main city, I guess," Damien had thought of leaving Camphrian City in the next few days after dealing with the situation here and handing over the company to Emilia and her mother to take care of.

After all, most of the shares were with him, and after he dealt with the other board of directors in the company, he would have a stable source of income.

He could guess that today the Raphael family, in order to clear their image—which had been tainted due to the fake kidnapping event—would most likely declare that Damien had been abandoned by the Raphael group.

Given that his bank accounts and everything else had already been frozen last week, with the remaining money stored in a secondary account, Damien was able to purchase lower-valued shares of the company under Blakes with the last remaining money he had.

He even used Raphael Group's name to book the Ramphian Group of Hotels, given he was penniless, but due to his name, he was able to pull a few strings, including purchasing reporters and police officers on the guarantee that he would give them money and promotions.

In conclusion, he had scammed all of them.

Due to having enough money, combined with the bankruptcy, Blakes had a very low share value, and he was able to purchase most of them and become the major shareholder.

Now, of course, once he dealt with the board members under Gabriel, the share value would balance in favor of Emilia and her mother, making them equivalent to him with a 50-50 percent share margin.

"Okay, I see," Emilia listened to his words, looking down as a slight emptiness filled her heart. It was confusing, but she knew that even though she loved him, his feelings were not genuine. Still, it felt bad to hear that he was going to leave her.

"So, deal with the company, and once it stabilizes, come to the main city, dear wife," Damien, hearing that saddened tone of hers, understood what was going through her mind. That was why he took this chance to push her and give her motivation—to come to the main city and meet him if she balanced and stabilized the bankrupt company.

"Huh? What? I-I don't want to meet you again; just go away," Emilia suddenly flinched, hearing his words as warmth surrounded her heart, but shaking her head, she directly denied the fact that she was definitely going to do her best and come to the main city, as her words showed an uncaring tone while she feigned ignorance.

"Will you be able to live without me, dear wife?"

"...." Emilia suddenly noticed his head resting on her shoulder as he spoke in a calm voice, while his hands brushed against hers. Lowering her gaze, feeling helpless and defeated, she mumbled, "....I hate you, Damien."