I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
They were figures I had anticipated, yet not quite expected.
The only people who would barge into my room so abruptly were those two—my parents—and they weren’t the sort to seek me out over trivial matters.
Unconsciously, I hugged Shasha.
“My older sister… hugged me.”
At first, Shasha had been terrified of people—excessively so. She hadn’t even been abused, yet the child feared everything, especially her parents.
Initially, I couldn’t understand why she was so frightened, but the harsh words the Count and Countess Belochi freely hurled at Shasha would surely strike deep fear into any young child.
My arms and hands tightened instinctively.
Since I didn’t know exactly what Shasha had endured while with her parents, I held her even more firmly.
Whether she liked it or not, Shasha nuzzled against me.
Of course, she still flinched every time her parents raised their voices.
“How vulgar of you to shout like that.”
“That girl’s truly lost her mind! Since when do children yell at their parents!”
“Oh, but haven’t I always been like this? Didn’t you used to love me just the way I am?”
“That’s…!”
I let out a soft chuckle. Isabella, the Countess’s eldest daughter.
Honestly, when I looked in the mirror, her face was quite pretty—her voice, too, always gentle. Yet her attitude toward others was anything but.
Because she was the firstborn, her parents had raised Isabella freely, without restraint.
Back then, Shasha hadn’t even existed yet, and the family was simply poor; all they could do was let her grow up however she pleased. The Count and Countess paid their children no attention whatsoever, too absorbed in their own lives.
People who should never have had children—that was the Count and Countess Belochi. They ought to be sent straight to Teacher Geumjjagi right now.
Not all parents need to sacrifice everything; I believe that too. But the Count and Countess Belochi demanded sacrifice from their children.
When there wasn’t enough food, they didn’t share—it was more important for them to go out and eat first. They never had money to buy clothes for their kids, yet always found plenty to spend on their own finery.
“Raised beside such a couple, Isabella became utterly selfish. She had no choice—otherwise, she couldn’t have survived.”
Just as the saying goes—children are mirrors of their parents—Isabella, as she grew older, became greedier than anyone else. She loathed even the slightest hint of personal loss.
“You’re just like us, aren’t you?”
That’s precisely why the Count and Countess adored Isabella—because she mirrored them perfectly, proving, in their eyes, that one ought to live selfishly.
After youngest daughter Shanensia was born, Isabella was the first to exploit Shasha. She even discovered ways to make money off the child—how proud her parents must have been.
A person who’d use even her own blood relatives for personal gain—Isabella, heartless and tearless. At least she still held a shred of affection for her parents, so she’d never treated them harshly.
Until now.
“That’s right. I am just like you.”
“Exactly. So stop throwing tantrums. The more you act like this, the stranger Shanensia will become.”
“Strange?”
“Yes. Isn’t she already very strange right now?”
I stared intently at Shanensia. Hearing her parents’ words and seeing my gaze fixed on her, Shanensia gulped nervously—her expression brimming with worry, afraid I might start hating her or might never love her again.
Shasha’s eyes, usually drooping like a sad puppy’s, seemed even more downcast than usual today.
“She is rather strange, isn’t she.”
“Of course. You were the one who suggested exploiting her, so you should understand—no matter how kindly you treat that child…”
“She’s just too adorable, isn’t she?”
“What?”
The Count and Countess shouted in unison, loud enough to hurt my ears.
“It’s true—I did use Shasha in the past. For that, I’m truly sorry.”
Of course, had Isabella not done so, Shasha would’ve grown up treated like a monster—scarcely different from her current situation. At least thanks to Isabella taking her to the Mage Tower and the Temple, Shasha received affection and lavish treatment there.
Though her own family never showed her love, she did receive a measure of insincere fondness from others.
That was slightly better than being despised as a monster—but it didn’t excuse Isabella’s actions.
“So I’ve come to my senses. From now on, I’ll love Shasha. I’ll give her all the love I withheld, and if she doesn’t want to, I won’t let her go to the Temple or the Mage Tower anymore.”
“You’ve really lost your mind! If Shanensia can’t go to the Temple and Mage Tower, then—how are we supposed to survive? Surely you don’t mean that literally?”
“Our clever Isabella wouldn’t say something so foolish. Ah, you must have another plan—something even more reliable for earning money… Oh, I see!”
The Count and Countess, who had been vehemently shaking their heads, suddenly clapped their hands as if struck by inspiration.
“You intend to keep her at home! That way, the desperate Temple and Mage Tower will offer even more support. That’s it!”
“No?”
“What…?”
“I don’t know what fantasy you’re indulging in, but that won’t happen anymore. There’ll be no more money earned through Shanensia.”
“Isabella!”
Better to have loved her.
Better to have cherished her.
Even if you used her a little, you could’ve hugged her freely and called her pretty, pretty. If you’d just done that much—if you hadn’t pushed her away calling her a monster—things wouldn’t have turned out like this.
To a child utterly crushed in spirit, who lights up like an angel at just one word of “You’re lovely”—couldn’t you spare even a little kindness?
“Shouting won’t change anything.”
“That child belongs to us!”
“To you?”
“Yes—to me and your father! Who are you to decide what we can or cannot do with her now!”
“…Excuse me.”
Even honeyed words wouldn’t come out. A surge of anger rose in my throat.
“‘Excuse me’ to your parents? You’re being outrageously disrespectful.”
It was fortunate I didn’t call them “auntie” or “uncle.” And this is what they call being parents.
“Shasha isn’t an object. She belongs to no one—Shasha is simply Shasha herself. Unless Shanensia chooses to go to the Mage Tower and Temple of her own will, I’ll never allow it otherwise.”
The Count and Countess whispered urgently to each other, as if shuttling between hot and cold baths, visibly frantic as they scrambled for a solution.
Soon enough, they either reached a decision or realized shouting was useless—and quickly suppressed their anger.
“Bella.”
“Yes.”
“I simply can’t understand why you’re acting this way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you so fixated on Shasha? You know perfectly well how we should treat her. You’ve always been clever and obedient to us.”
I knew all too well.
Don’t love Shasha.
Don’t show her affection.
Constantly drill into her that we’re the only ones who took her in, that we’re the only ones who love her, and that everyone else only wants to use her.
If she ever dares to rise above her station, crush her self-worth until she’s docile again.
These were the people who inflicted such cruel treatment on a young child without a second thought. This was their family’s way.
“I know. That’s exactly why I’m saying I won’t do it anymore.”
Knowing this, I spoke with even firmer resolve. At last realizing words alone wouldn’t sway me, the Countess let out a dry laugh.
“So you’ve finally come to this. Well then, we have our own methods too.”
“Methods? You’ll take the child by force? I’ll keep her with me all day—she won’t be able to do anything foolish.”
Yet even at these words, my parents remained calm. A chill ran down my spine.
“Fine. Go ahead—do as you please while you’re still here.”
“While I’m… still here?”
“Get married.”
My mouth, which had been speaking smoothly until now, snapped shut. Marriage? Out of nowhere?
“We’ll find you a good match. You’ll marry as soon as possible!”
So that was it—the reason the Count and Countess suddenly seemed so relaxed.
“Of course, you won’t be able to bring Shasha with you after marriage. It’d be terribly rude to bring along someone who isn’t even your child or younger sister, wouldn’t it?”
“I won’t marry.”
“You know well that marriage is entirely at your parents’ discretion—even if you’re of age.”
Though adulthood granted one the right to choose and act freely, marriage was different. Marriages between noble houses had to be arranged by parents.
“They’re not complete fools.”
Marriage was the one thing that could still force me to obey their will.
I never expected they’d resort to this.
“Marry!”
In the original story, Isabella never married. The Count and Countess always kept her close—the obedient daughter who was clever enough to devise countless brilliant schemes to exploit her youngest sister.
But now that she wouldn’t obey, they clearly intended to sell her off.
“I have someone I like.”
“So what? Your opinion doesn’t matter.”
Were they treating me the same way as Shanensia—forcing me to move according to their whims?
“Is that so? Then his opinion might matter. He’ll be coming soon to propose.”
“Oh? But you won’t get your way. We’ll marry you off before that happens. I’ll prepare a match so powerful no man, however great, could possibly refuse. Ah—doesn’t Marquis Liberto need a new wife?”
The moment I heard “Marquis Liberto,” irritation surged through me like an electric shock.
“That old man…!”
Marquis Liberto—the man who, at eighty years old, was seeking a new principal wife.
He was infamous for taking any young woman he fancied, yet discarding them just as quickly; they said the carriage of women he’d cast out could fill an entire cart…
“I heard he offers a very generous dowry too.”
“Perfect. For a count’s daughter like you, becoming a marchioness is more than fitting.”
The Count and Countess eagerly echoed each other like a well-rehearsed duo.
“Have you gone mad?”
“Yes—since you’ve gone mad, we’ve gone mad too. If only you’d listened to us properly, you could’ve lived freely doing whatever you pleased, instead of wasting your heart on worthless things. Tsk.”
Though the Countess showed no sign of relenting, the Count—who had been pushing me along with her words—seemed slightly different.
“Bella, apologize to your mother right now. Tell her you’ll obey her like you used to. Tell her you won’t care about that thing anymore. It’s a monster anyway. It’ll survive on its own—we’ll be fine without it, so why side with it and break ties with your family?”
“Ah, so Father wants me to abandon Shasha again and choose you and Mother instead? You don’t care what happens to Shasha at all.”
“Exactly. Otherwise, your mother will surely marry you off to the Marquis. So hurry up and admit you were wrong!”
The Countess watched me with subtly hopeful eyes. Apparently, the Count had come here from the start as the enforcer.
How desperately they tried to persuade me—but I wasn’t the type to be swayed by such tactics. If I were, I never would’ve started this in the first place.
I could’ve just sucked greedily on my gilded spoon, enjoying a beautiful life thanks to Shanensia. But at least I’m more human than those monsters—I have feelings.
I smiled brightly at the Count and Countess, who were watching me with expectant eyes.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Pache98
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