I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“I’m sorry. Because of Shasha……”
“You don’t need to apologize. They’re the ones at fault. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Seeing Shasha still anxiously watching everyone’s reactions made my heart ache again and again.
At an age when she should be carefree and bright, seeing Shasha constantly worrying about her family’s moods made me realize I couldn’t just stand by any longer.
“It’s fine if you keep arguing with Mother. You can even fight with that despicable person. But I don’t think we can stay in this house anymore.”
Shasha’s expression, which had been emotionlessly smiling until now, changed instantly. The child stared at me, genuinely shocked.
“Huh? Wha…? What do you mean?”
There was still a chance to revive the child’s emotions. While the rest of the family seemed to have lost all feeling, obsessed only with money, Shasha was different.
A child who constantly read the room and feared expressing emotions—right now, it felt possible to let her grow up like any ordinary child.
Besides, I couldn’t just stand by watching this family become even more consumed by greed than they were in the novel or in my memories.
“Sis…? When you say we can’t live here anymore…?”
Seeing Shasha ask again, I clenched my fists tightly.
“What I mean, Shasha, is that we’re going to live in another house. A very spacious one.”
“Huh? A big house? Are we moving? Then does that mean Shasha just needs to work hard?”
“No. You just stay as you are. You won’t have to go to the Mage Tower against your will anymore. This time, your sister will step forward.”
I gently ruffled Shasha’s head as she tilted it in confusion, still not quite understanding.
‘If I just run away, that’s all there is to it. What can they possibly do about it?’
Leaving a child to grow up under such a family was utterly absurd. I tried to phrase my plan to run away as elegantly as possible, but nothing good came to mind.
Simply packing my bags and leaving like a child wouldn’t change anything in our current situation.
‘What if I just flee far, far away?’
But I quickly dismissed the thought. Though I’d turned twenty this year and was legally an adult, Isabella had never earned a single coin herself—thanks to Shanensia, she’d lived a life of luxury. Which meant she had absolutely no money.
She’d been too busy spending everything Shanensia earned. Selling a few jewels might cover the cost of escape, but if they tracked us down afterward, it’d all be for nothing.
“Sister… how will you step forward…?”
While I was lost in thought, Shasha quietly touched my arm, her lips sealed tight with worry. I’d boasted about stepping up heroically, yet no good plan came to mind.
“Don’t worry. Your sister’s got a clever head on her shoulders.”
Right. With this clever brain—
The same cunning mind that once suggested to my parents how to exploit Shanensia—I needed to think fast.
This wasn’t just about running away; I had to ensure our parents could never lay a hand on either me or Shanensia again. I desperately wanted to break free from those people who treated Shanensia like a host and sucked her dry like mosquitoes. I had to protect her at all costs.
‘Hmm… And considering not just the present but Shanensia’s future as well…’
This wasn’t a problem to be solved with simple thinking.
My immediate goal was to escape my parents’ control and make sure Shanensia could no longer be exploited—or even be exploitable. Even if they found us, they shouldn’t be able to reach out and harm us easily.
My long-term goal was to prepare some measure to prevent Shanensia from being used by the Crown Prince in the future.
‘Why am I completely powerless?’
If I had Shanensia’s power, I could somehow break free from this situation. But like any ordinary person, I was utterly powerless.
And it’s not as if I knew every detail of the original story either. If only I did, I could at least try something.
“Sigh…”
Just then, as I let out a deep sigh over my unsolvable worries, Shanensia gently stroked my head.
“Oh… I’m sorry… Sister.”
“No, no. Are you stroking my head to cheer me up?”
“I heard this makes you feel better.”
Maybe she realized I was worrying for her sake. The Shasha who trembled before the Countess, the Shasha who doubted my intentions—was smiling again.
“Thank you! I feel so much better!”
Such a precious child. Such a lovable child.
“But still! I hope Sister doesn’t suffer because of me. I’m fine right now! Everyone… still needs me, after all…”
They only needed her for money. When she grew up, her heart would be full of wounds—how could I possibly leave her like this? Even if it was cowardly kindness, I wanted to protect Shasha.
“No. From now on, you won’t be used anymore.”
She needed protection from someone so powerful that even our own parents couldn’t touch her.
Neither the Mage Tower nor the Temple would work. And to prevent her from falling in love with the Crown Prince in the future…
‘Wait. There’s no need to stop her from falling in love. That’s Shasha’s own heart. It’d be better if I could change the Crown Prince’s character instead.’
If only he were a decent human being—if only he wouldn’t use my little sister…
Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck my mind.
“Good heavens! How did I not think of that before?”
“What’s wrong, Sister?”
I definitely needed to get married. To that man.
The only man who could ensure even my parents—and even the Temple or Mage Tower—couldn’t lay a finger on Shasha, and who could guide the grown Crown Prince toward normal, healthy thinking.
‘He’d be the perfect husband. A man who could protect both Shasha’s present and future! He does have a son, but since he has no wife, that’s fine. Where else could I find someone as perfect as him?’
“Sister…?”
Seeing my distracted expression, Shasha looked curious, so I firmly ruffled her hair.
“You’ve suffered enough, our Shasha. Don’t worry anymore.”
‘Those family members who see Shasha as nothing more than a goose laying golden eggs— their heads are nothing but dead weight. Useless burdens carried by hollow people. So I’ll make them regret it.’
A little hum escaped my lips. I wondered how my family would react when they heard I was marrying that man.
Leandro Soleben.
Currently unmarried, though a secret son is expected to suddenly appear later. Despite his handsome looks, he’s nicknamed “Unlucky X,” yet he’s widely regarded as the Empire’s most eligible bachelor.
His unusual trait? His occupation happens to be Emperor.
I saw him from very far away. At the party I’d attended after vowing to give Shasha a different future, I finally encountered Leandro Soleben—the man I’d marked as my ideal husband.
Well, “encountered” might be too strong—I was merely gazing at him from afar—but still, I’d finally met him.
The man who would protect Shasha’s present and give her a chance to change her future. If I became his wife and raised his son, the Crown Prince, with a normal upbringing from childhood, there’d be no issue with Shasha falling in love with him later.
So I’d come—but from this distance, the Emperor was absurdly handsome.
“Handsome…”
Golden hair shimmering like ripe rice in a field, a jawline sharp enough to cut, and those crimson eyes—so striking my gaze kept drifting back to them.
“Pardon? Did you say something, my lady?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Ah, yes… But you’ve already had five glasses of champagne. Are you quite alright?”
The servant standing nearby with a silver tray looked at me with genuine concern.
“Thank you for worrying.”
“Yes… Please call me anytime if you need anything.”
I felt a slight flush rising to my cheeks from the alcohol, but it probably wasn’t a problem.
‘How is it possible to drink this much and still feel fine?’
My pounding heart beat even faster, thumping so loudly it felt like it might leap out to greet him.
“I… I can do this, right?”
I waved my hand in the air, forgetting the servant had already left, and fumbled trying to grab a sixth glass of champagne.
Part of me wanted to confidently approach the Emperor, but the truth was, I was just an extra—a character so minor I wasn’t even named in the novel.
At best, I was Villainess #1 who created Shasha’s tragic childhood. I certainly wasn’t someone with the boldness to speak freely to the Emperor.
An ordinary commoner. Someone who’d lived an unremarkable life and hated being in the spotlight. Someone who needed to take calming medicine before stepping forward in front of anyone.
Since that didn’t exist here, I was substituting it with straight champagne—well, straight champagne, anyway.
‘Sigh…’
How did the characters in the novel manage to speak so confidently and effortlessly?
My feet wouldn’t move even before I spoke. Leaning crookedly against a pillar, I straightened my posture.
Maybe it was just that I hadn’t had enough champagne yet. Perhaps after six glasses, I’d gather the courage to speak boldly to the Emperor. Just as I glanced around with that thought—
“It seems you’re about to leave.”
The sudden voice jolted me awake. Leaving? Who?
With a sinking feeling, I looked toward the Emperor. He, who had been chatting amiably with others, was now turning away as if he’d finished his business.
‘This isn’t the time to look for more champagne!’
My heart raced impatiently. The Emperor rarely attended parties—unless it was for important state affairs, he was nearly impossible to meet. He’d only come to this one because it was Duke Evan’s wedding reception, and Evan was rumored to be his closest friend.
Though my nerves were trembling uncontrollably, I thought of Shasha. My dear Shasha, used only for profit by our family. For her sake—to give her a normal environment—I walked forward bravely.
I felt my body sway slightly to the side, but this wasn’t the time to worry about that.
‘I can do it. What’s there to lose! Surely he’s not the kind of madman who’d kill me just for speaking to him… right?’
Fueled by alcohol, I charged toward the Emperor like an angry bull. Sensing my approach, he frowned, creasing his brow as he watched me come closer.
The word “misogynist” flashed through my mind as I marched forward. For some unknown reason, the Emperor hated even speaking to women—a foul-tempered Emperor who might very well kill me.
Snapping back to my senses, I abruptly turned around right in front of him.
‘There must be another way.’
Who was I to block the Emperor’s path? There had to be another way to change Shasha’s future. Of course… marrying the Emperor would be the best option for Shasha’s present and future, but still…
“You seem to have something to say, my lady.”
Just then—though I’d clearly turned away—the Emperor was suddenly standing right in front of me. Up close, his handsomeness was overwhelming, and my words caught in my throat.
“Y-Your Imperial Majesty the Emperor.”
What kind of greeting was that? How did those people who got reincarnated into novels manage to speak so smoothly? Why was I so tongue-tied? No—
It’s because I kept overthinking about the Emperor. The person standing before me was just a human. A human.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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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