I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1

Inside a large room, darkness hung low. Only a few candles dimly illuminated the space.

In a place where only the sticky breathing of a man and a woman could be heard, two figures sat facing each other across a table. Two wine glasses rested there, and one was already empty—mine.

Perhaps due to a sense of relief that something had finally ended, we had arranged this intimate moment for just the two of us. The sun was setting gently outside, and the wine tasted unusually sweet. As I sipped it slowly, I grew intoxicated—not just by the wine, but by the atmosphere itself.

“Haa….”

“You’re drunk.”

“I think wine just doesn’t agree with me.”

The pleasantly consumed wine clouded my mind. Though we’d clearly drunk similar amounts, only my vision seemed blurred. Feeling as if I might collapse onto the table at any moment, I headed toward the bed and looked at my husband—and Emperor—Leandro.

He had been sitting with one leg crossed, an arm draped over the chair, but now he set down his wine glass and slowly approached me.

“Are you trying to tempt me?”

“Huh?”

Before I knew it, he was right in front of me, straddling me as I sat on the bed—deliberately provocative. For a fleeting moment, I felt my senses return. But not with this man.

His eyes, relaxed and unfocused, and his lips—redder than usual today—were so sensual I could feel myself swallowing hard. I knew I wasn’t the type to get drunk so easily, yet he seemed dangerously alluring, feigning intoxication more than usual.

“Bella… why do you drive me so utterly mad like this?”

“…Huh?”

No, I’ve never done anything like that! “Drive you mad”?

“You keep pulling away every time I try to get closer.”

“That was for good reasons, you know.”

“Then may I love you freely now? May I indulge in you as I please? After all, I’m your husband.”

I shook my head firmly. This man, who looked ready to pounce on me at any second, was far too dangerous.

‘He’s overwhelmingly aggressive.’

His eyes, flushed red, the faint scent of sweat near my nose, and the subtle aroma of alcohol on his breath shook my senses even more perilously.

“Y-you… my lord…?”

“You should call me Leandro, Bella.”

“Ah… I can’t even speak properly when I’m flustered like this.”

“Isn’t it time you finally accepted me? No one but you will do. And… after waiting this long, isn’t that already a long wait? I feel like I’m about to burst.”

No! Is this really okay?! This man, who once despised women, had been unbearably frustrated every single day—always trying to kiss me whenever we had no children around.

He’d told me not to love him, acting as if we were strictly bound by contract and nothing more.

“This feels a bit dangerous.”

“Dangerous? How so?”

If he keeps this up…

My body was slowly being laid back. Since he’d already climbed over me while I sat on the bed, our current position looked extremely precarious.

“What exactly feels dangerous, my dear wife?”

“I mean… I mean…”

I feel dangerous. Why do his lips look so temptingly soft? Like a fluffy pudding—so sweet-looking that my eyes kept drifting toward them. And once my gaze landed there, I couldn’t help but notice his sharp jawline and the thick neck leading down from it.

‘I want to be devoured.’

Ah, no! What am I even thinking?

To shake off these increasingly lewd and strange thoughts, I vigorously shook my head.

“Do you know something? Your neckline is far too sexy. I feel like… biting into it right now.”

“Aaah… Leandro…”

Just then—

The door burst open, and someone rushed in.

“Big sister!”

“Mom!”

A girl and a boy charged in simultaneously. Instinctively, we—who had been clinging to each other like wild beasts—hastily pushed apart. As a result, I fell back onto the bed, while he stumbled but quickly composed himself, sitting calmly in a chair as if nothing had happened.

“What were you two doing?”

The children narrowed their eyes suspiciously at us. I’d hoped they hadn’t seen anything, but apparently, they’d seen far too much.

“W-what doing? We were just… ugh, it’s so hot.”

“You were clinging together! No way, Your Majesty! Big sister is mine!”

In a flash, the little girl dashed over and tightly grabbed my arm.

“Shasha, he’s not ‘Mister’—he’s His Imperial Majesty the Emperor. And he’s your sister’s husband…”

“He’s still an old man! I don’t like him at all!”

My adorable younger sister, Shasha. They’d said I married this “old man”—no, the Emperor—for Shasha’s sake. Yet instead of growing closer, her attachment had only intensified since we’d returned home. Even though Leandro had openly declared he’d accept Shasha as his own daughter, her heart remained unmoved.

And as if that weren’t enough…

“Rodelo, you’re sneaking over there again. You should stay by my side.”

“No! Dad, I like Mom too! I don’t like you!”

“Hah…”

Rodelo had also hurried to my side and clutched my arm tightly.

Rodelo, the Emperor’s son. He was clearly destined to grow into a reckless, willful child—and supposedly the one Shasha was meant to fall in love with someday…

Instead, the two had become sworn enemies who adored each other fiercely. Of course, when I was present, their rivalry knew no bounds. As if to prove my thoughts right, they immediately started bickering.

“Why are you acting so friendly with my sister!”

“She’s not your sister—she’s my mom!”

“No she’s not! She’s my sister!”

An endless, childish squabble between two eight-year-olds. Trapped between them, I let out a deep sigh.

Please… stop being so possessive! We weren’t supposed to be like this!

It all seemed to have started the moment I possessed this body.

“What’s today’s trend?”

“They say it’s pink diamonds—their mysterious glow is unmatched, especially those over three carats…”

“No. Today’s trend is Shasha.”

“Huh?”

“Just look at Shasha’s loveliness!”

“Oh, Miss…?”

The maid, who had been handing me a catalog illustrated like a painting, stepped back with a pale face.

Clearly convinced I’d gone mad.

“You’re… serious? Miss Shasha is… lovable…?”

“Of course.”

“But you called her repulsive and hideous! Said she was sinister—everyone, even children, knows that…”

“…When did I ever say that?”

“Just recently… no! Only a few days ago…”

“I never did!”

I shook my head vigorously, denying it firmly.

The maid still seemed about to add something, but I simply gazed at Shasha’s portrait and smiled brightly.

‘Shasha…!’

Her real name was Shanensia Belochi. Her nickname was Shasha. She was my younger sister.

“Miss is acting strangely…”

It was just a smile while thinking of my sister, yet the maids recoiled in horror, hastily making excuses about suddenly needing to tidy the room and scurrying away quickly.

I understood their reaction—it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Until recently, I hadn’t liked Shasha at all. Neither had I, nor anyone else in this family.

Shasha wasn’t a cute or lovely child. Shanensia was merely a convenient source of income for our Belochi Count family.

At least, that was true until I entered this novel.

Second life. I’d gone beyond a silver spoon—I’d become a diamond spoon. I had everything I desired.

I’d lie on a glittering golden bed and throw money around, visit expensive cake shops just to take one bite and leave, and stroll into luxury salons with enough wealth to pay for everything from one end to the other.

Money really is the best! I was moved every single day.

Celebrating my diamond-spoon status, I’d been so happy—so happy, and yet…!

[Shanensia, when will the funds from the Mage Tower arrive? And from the Temple?] [Why would you need that? Just selling the name ‘Shanensia’ gets you unlimited loans.]

Turns out, I wasn’t actually rich.

More like gold-plated diamond spoon. Every penny I’d spent was fake—funded entirely by money Shanensia had earned.

More precisely, by the price fetched from selling the name “Shanensia.”

Shanensia was a child born with both holy and magical power.

In imperial history, no one had ever possessed both powers, and everyone wanted Shasha.

Both the Temple and the Mage Tower continuously sent her affectionate offers and financial support, hoping she’d join them once she came of age. That was when my penniless Belochi family began their obsession with money.

From the start, the family had never truly loved Shanensia; gradually, they began viewing her solely as a means to earn money. Since they received massive support funds just by having her visit the Mage Tower or Temple—even without doing anything else—it was no wonder they went mad with greed.

‘That’s when the family started fearing Shanensia might leave.’

Easy money rolling in without effort. To prevent losing it, they began gaslighting Shanensia: “We love you because we’re family,” “No one else in the world will ever love you but us.”

They shamelessly fed her lies like, “People fear those with powers unlike their own—everyone pretends to be nice but secretly fears you.”

As a result, the child clung only to her family—but the family didn’t truly love her. They were too busy indulging in luxury. The original owner of this body was no different; like her parents and younger brother, she’d only ever used Shanensia.

But I’m different. Now that I’m in this body, none of that will happen again.

“I need to go out.”

“Where to, Miss? Shall I prepare the carriage? You’re going shopping again, right?”

“No. It’s about time Shasha returns. I’ll go meet her.”

“Oh! Of course! Miss is going to scold her!”

The maids’ faces lit up with expectation at my words.

I didn’t even consider asking why they looked at me like that.

My heart fluttered with excitement at the thought of seeing Shasha. In the novel, she’d been cruelly hated by her family, which eventually led her to leave them once she grew up.

Later, she’d turn into a villain, be betrayed even by the Crown Prince she loved, and ultimately meet her death. That was all there was to her story—she wasn’t even a character I particularly cared about. She’d become a villain simply because she was overpowered and tried to act on her own will.

But…

“Big sister?”

“Yes. It’s me.”

“You came out to meet me?”

Shasha leaped out of the carriage the moment the door opened, her eyes wide with surprise. I beamed at her.

“Shasha! Come here quickly.”

“Oh… Miss is really welcoming me…!”

“What on earth is happening…!”

The maids gasped at the sight of us together.

Of course they would—just recently, I’d only ever used Shasha, and now I’d suddenly changed.

But… but Shasha…

“You’re just too adorable!”

Her silver hair gradually turned pink toward the ends. Her eyes were soft pink like cotton candy, and her snow-white cheeks flushed red—she was the very embodiment of loveliness.

And her bright smile as she looked at me… was impossible not to love.

Shasha blinked her large eyes, seemingly unable to adjust to my sudden change.

“Am I… really adorable?”

Though I’d called her adorable and pretty every day for the past few days, Shasha—who’d never truly received love—couldn’t easily accept such affection.

“Of course.”

“Oh… I see.”

“I was waiting because I missed you, Shasha!”

Apparently, only I had noticed Shasha’s loveliness. Though she seemed fairly cheerful at the Temple or Mage Tower—likely because she received affection there—she always seemed oddly subdued once she returned home.

“Is it okay… if I like you, big sister…?”

Shasha hesitated mid-step toward me, her expression slightly shadowed. Within my knowledge, there’d been no outright abuse, but since no one in the family had ever truly loved her, this reaction was understandable.

“Yes! Of course! Why wouldn’t you like me?”

“No! I do! I’m so happy you like me, big sister!”

“Then come here.”

I spread my arms and smiled warmly at Shasha.

Only then did Shasha bury her face against my body, rubbing affectionately. My heart sank with a thud. The Shasha depicted on the novel’s cover or mentioned in the story was an adult who’d turned villainous—there’d been none of this cuteness.

Even when I first started treating her kindly, she’d remained timid, as if haunted by those memories. But now, though she still occasionally seemed hesitant, she’d begun smiling at me.

The changed Shasha was like… a soft, fluffy chick.

Her voice, her outgoingness, her actions—even her little chirps were incredibly endearing.

“I like it! I like it so much…!”

“Do you like me because I like you?”

“Yes!”