I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
“Uh… Y-yeah?”
My face froze in sudden embarrassment. Shasha continued speaking.
“Yes! My family dislikes me, but you like me! So… so I like you! Is that… not allowed…?”
Sometimes, the pure words of a child can make one uncomfortable. Shasha said it so innocently, yet her family, pricked unnecessarily by the child’s words, ended up hating her even more.
She must be doing it on purpose, fully aware of what she’s saying.
But now that I’ve come to love Shasha, those words no longer hurt me at all.
“It’s not forbidden. Of course it’s okay.”
“Yes!”
“Then shall we go inside now?”
Shasha nodded her round face up and down. But unlike her attempt to appear cheerful, she looked a little tired.
“Shasha, do your legs hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I carry you?”
“No! Shasha isn’t a baby! I can walk by myself!”
She shook her head vigorously, trying hard to seem bright, trying not to be disliked by me—the one person who liked her. It was both pitiful and endearing.
“It’s okay to ask for a hug when you’re like this. You’re allowed to, Shasha.”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
“Even if I do that… you’ll still like me, right? Sister?”
“Of course.”
Shasha, slightly smaller than other children her age, stretched her arms toward me, perhaps because her legs hurt.
“Yes! I’d… really like it if Sister carried me.”
Seeing Shasha’s flushed cheeks, I hugged her.
“Where did you go today?”
“I went to the Mage Tower today! That’s why I’m tired. The Mage Tower has so many stairs… I don’t like going there… Oops! No, that’s not it. It’s fine to go. My family is happy that I go to the Mage Tower, so…”
“If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.”
“Really?”
Shasha’s eyes sparkled as she looked at me. How much must she have disliked going there, to smile so happily at just those few words?
“Yes. If it’s really impossible, I’ll talk to the Archmage for you.”
“Uuuh… but the Archmage is a little scary… I’m worried he’ll get mad at you.”
“Don’t worry. Your sister is quite capable!”
That old Archmage—if he dares trouble my little sister, I have my own plans.
‘It’d be simple enough to arrange his early retirement.’
The novel didn’t contain many stories about Shasha’s childhood, but it wasn’t entirely absent either. All major events significant enough to appear in history books were described.
One such event was the unprecedented resignation of a Mage Tower Lord. The Mage Tower often earned money by supplying magical artifacts to various places, and the Archmage had embezzled those funds.
Indeed, whether in the modern era or here, there will always be people driven mad by greed. The stolen sum must have been enormous, for he was disgracefully ousted in the most humiliating manner in history.
So if he dares trouble our Shasha, I’ll just send him off early. From now on, I’ll never force Shasha to do anything she dislikes. Fortunately, as if sensing my feelings, the child slowly nodded.
“Yes! Sister, then I won’t go to the Mage Tower anymore!”
“Is it okay to go to the temple instead?”
“Yes! They give out lots of tasty things there! So… I brought this to share with you, Sister…”
Just as Shasha was about to pull something out from her arms—
“What a performance you’re putting on.”
At the sudden voice, both Shasha and I stopped what we were doing and turned toward its source. There stood the owner of this body—Isabella’s mother—glaring at us with evident displeasure.
Startled, Shasha halted her attempt to retrieve something from her arms. Not only that, her whole body trembled.
She even began hiccupping from the shock.
“Hic… hic…”
“Are you okay, Shasha?”
“I’m… I’m okay…”
I was certain there had been no physical abuse, so why was Shasha reacting like this?
While I wondered, Mother approached us.
“Mother, why do you have to say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Calling it a ‘performance.’”
“It is a performance. Why else would you carry her around like that? She’ll start thinking she’s actually someone important. As if she has no legs or something.”
At those words, Shasha squirmed in my arms—an unspoken plea to be put down. Though I didn’t want to let go, I feared we might both fall, so I gently set her on the floor.
“I’m… sorry.”
“Shanensia. Didn’t I tell you that acting spoiled will only make people dislike you more? We tolerate you only because you’re family. Try that anywhere else. Do you even know how much they curse you behind your back, even while saying ‘it’s fine, it’s fine’ to your face?”
“…Yes.”
“I don’t know if you’re just slow-witted or why you never seem to understand.”
Shasha’s eyes turned to me, as if asking whether I, too, hated her—whether I also cursed her behind her back. Her expression seemed filled with those unspoken fears.
Recalling the Countess’s behavior from memory was one thing, but witnessing it firsthand felt vastly different.
Her sharp tone was so suffocating even I felt my breath catch.
Even young children can clearly sense who likes them and who doesn’t—how hard must it have been for Shasha all this time?
“You’re not slow-witted at all. I don’t curse you. I think you’re precious.”
Mother gave a derisive chuckle and shifted her gaze from Shasha to me.
“Well, look who’s playing the kind elder sister.”
Perhaps because I wasn’t the original owner of this body, a millennium’s worth of familial affection had long since cooled. How could she so casually say such spiteful things—I felt like spitting in her face.
“Are you mocking me?”
“Mocking? It’s just that your act of pretending to be kind amuses me. You, who never acted this way before, now opposing me over something so trivial.”
Her tone grew increasingly irritated. Sensing this—or perhaps recognizing the emotion behind her words—Shasha began trembling again.
Mother, or rather the Countess, noticing Shasha’s keen awareness, curled her lips mockingly toward the child.
“Shanensia, see? This is because you’re a bad person. If you were a good child, your sister and I wouldn’t be arguing like this.”
“A… bad child…”
“Yes. You’re a bad child.”
“No. Shasha doesn’t need to hear things like that.”
“Why shouldn’t she hear it? Bella, I’m simply speaking to Shanensia as her mother. Shanensia, come here. Let’s talk with your mother.”
As if deliberately trying to sever my connection with her, the Countess beckoned Shanensia like calling a dog.
“A…”
Seeing this, Shanensia moved her feet as if to approach the Countess.
“No. Shanensia, you don’t have to go.”
As if she’d been waiting for me to say exactly that, Shanensia deliberately avoided her mother’s gaze once I stepped between them. The Countess’s anger seemed to boil over at this.
“So you’re ignoring your own mother’s words now? Bella, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden? Are you playing some ‘kind elder sister’ game?”
“It’s not some sudden whim, and it’s not a game. I genuinely care for Shasha.”
“Ha. How amusing. Why are you trying to monopolize Shasha?”
“Mother.”
The Countess’s eyes were chillingly cold—unbelievable for someone who called herself family.
“Shasha belongs to everyone.”
“‘Belongs to everyone’?”
The Countess seemed to force down her earlier anger, pressing her emotions deep inside as she spoke—though her irritation still leaked through despite her efforts.
“Do you really think you can claim her all for yourself? Trying to keep Shasha just for you alone?”
“…People really do become like this when obsessed with money.”
“What?”
“Oh. Sorry. That was just something I was thinking to myself.”
Honestly, neither Shasha nor this woman shared a single drop of blood with me. They might be precious family to the original owner of this body, but to me, they were nothing more than heartless, despicable humans without a shred of compassion.
That’s why I absolutely couldn’t stand hearing her speak ill of Shasha.
Shasha isn’t some object to be monopolized—how could she so casually talk about “keeping her all to myself”? It sent chills down my spine.
Naturally, the Countess looked at me with utter disdain.
“I always thought you were ill-mannered, but you really…”
“Who else would I take after? I must’ve inherited it all from you and Father.”
“Isabella!”
“No need to shout like that. Am I monopolizing Shasha? If it bothers you so much, then hold her yourself. Just love her. It’s pathetic—you won’t even give her the slightest affection, yet you’re terrified of losing her.”
At my furious outburst, the Countess’s face turned deathly pale.
“You… how dare you speak to your own mother like that, no matter what!”
“That’s exactly why I’m asking you not to say unnecessary things, Mother.”
“Ha… you really… you’ve gone mad. The maids said you’d been acting strangely, doting on Shasha, so I came to see for myself—but I never expected it to be this bad. I knew you’d always been unusually greedy since childhood, but…!”
I glanced sideways at Shasha. By now, the child’s trembling had subsided, but her expression wasn’t good.
The smile she’d given me earlier had completely vanished; Shasha stared at me with a blank, doll-like face. Such a precious child reduced to this—this damn household was unforgivable.
I’d finally managed to open her heart a little, only for it all to be ruined like this. Fury surged within me.
“Yes, my greed really is unusual. That’s why I’ll love Shasha as much as I want. I’ll overwhelm her with love. So if you dislike that, Mother, then look at Shasha with love instead of seeing her as money. Don’t regret it later.”
Of course, I knew she’d never actually heed such advice.
“All you’ll do is spoil her! Bella! Listen to your mother! If you don’t, you’ll be punished too!”
“Yes, yes, go ahead and punish me.”
“You dare ignore your mother’s words! That’ll only spoil her further! Bella, Bella!!”
I walked past the Countess, who was shouting loud enough to hurt my ears. Spoiling her? Was that really something to say to a mere seven-year-old? Irritation flared up again.
Even after we left, the hallway remained filled with her voice. Still, perhaps out of pride, the Countess didn’t follow or try to stop us.
After walking a good distance, once her voice was no longer audible, I finally looked at Shasha.
The child, who had silently followed me, forced a smile the moment she saw me looking at her.
“Sister.”
“Hmm?”
As if she believed she’d only be loved if she smiled. As if smiling were the only emotion she was allowed to show. My heart felt like it was being torn apart.
“I’m okay! I don’t want you fighting with Mother because of me. I’m… I’m fine living just like this.”
How could that be okay? If only she’d thrown a tantrum or whined a little, it would’ve hurt less. But Shasha insisting she was “fine” felt like salt being rubbed into my wounds.
“No, this won’t do, Shasha.”
“Right… I knew it. You can’t keep doing this… fighting with Mother because of me…”
“Yes. Exactly. That’s why I said it won’t do.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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I mean, for starters. Why is she being so reckless? She doesn’t have anything, and being realistic, her parents don’t need to even ask her. They can just use force and take the child themselves