After the traffic accident, I regained consciousness after a long blackout and blinked blankly at the unfamiliar scenery.
My body was lying on a canopy bed with white curtains.
Where am I?
I looked at the curtains with delicate snake and rose embroidery in gold thread with a dazed feeling, and remembered the motorcycle accident that happened right before I woke up.
I clearly felt my bones shatter and my muscles tear, but I was so fine.
I touched my body that didn’t even have muscle pain and was startled by the big breasts in my hand.
“What, what is this……?”
I looked down at my body with a bewildered feeling and ran to the mirror.
I involuntarily let out a sigh.
The face in the mirror was not the one I saw every day, but a beautiful woman with a sharp impression.
She was a woman with shiny purple hair and red eyes that were striking.
I was mesmerized by the woman’s beauty for a while and then slapped my cheeks to snap out of it.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The beautiful woman’s pale cheeks in the mirror turned embarrassingly red, but I couldn’t help it.
To wake up from this crazy dream.
“Ow. It hurts.”
But why don’t I wake up? Am I crazy?
The sensations were too vivid to be a dream, and as I was losing my mind, a sharp sound pierced my eardrums.
I inadvertently turned my eyes to where the sound came from, and there was a bowl rolling on the floor, and a woman in a Western-style maid outfit was sitting on the floor with a terrified face.
As soon as our eyes met, she lowered her head and bowed.
“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t see anything. I committed a mortal sin. Please have mercy on me. Lady Deborah.”
That’s a name.
Suddenly, enlightenment struck my brain like lightning.
I remembered where I had seen the name Deborah before.
The R-rated novel that I spent cash on until it stopped updating, 『Swallowing Black Thorns』, the name of the villainess.
Deborah was a hardcore villainess created by the author to torment the heroine, and insults about Deborah were always one of the best comments on 『Swallowing Black Thorns』.
It didn’t make sense logically, but there was no other explanation for this situation than being possessed by a book character.
It’s too vivid to be a dream, the hair and eyes that are identical to Deborah’s description in the novel.
As I realized what had happened to me, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes entered the room.
“What’s all this noise?”
As soon as I met his icy silver eyes, fragments of Deborah’s memories surfaced in my mind.
The man in front of me was Deborah’s father, George Seymour.
He was a high-ranking mage who was considered one of the geniuses in the Seymour family, which had a long history.
The duke of Seymour had a lean body that didn’t suit his middle age, and his temperament was as cold as his appearance.
The only person he opened his heart to was his wife, Marien Seymour, but after she died giving birth to their youngest son Enrique, he returned to his cold temperament from the past.
“This pathetic creature.”
The duke of Seymour looked down at me with contempt as if he saw trash.
He valued the honor of his family and hated Deborah, who renewed her evil deeds every day.
“So you’re not satisfied with starving yourself, now you’re hurting yourself too?”
He squeezed my flushed cheek tightly.
“Your face was the only thing worth looking at because you resembled your mother.”
“But you did this for some damn jewelry. You are a disgrace to the Seymour family.”
According to the fragments of Deborah’s memories, she threw a tantrum to get the only pink diamond necklace in the empire and started starving herself a few days ago.
The duke of Seymour seemed to think that I added self-harm to my hunger strike show.
“There’s a limit to how much I can tolerate you as my daughter. This is your last warning. Behave yourself for a while!”
The duke of Seymour gritted his teeth and glared coldly at me.
He flung my face away as if throwing it away and walked out of the room quickly.
I stared blankly at his receding back and took a deep breath.
Wow, how can a father be so handsome… no, cruel?
My body felt numb from his sincere killing intent.
I dragged my trembling legs and barely walked to the bed and collapsed on it.
‘Wow, this is crazy.’
I lived as a fool all my life and died young at 24, but why did I have to possess this kind of character?
There were plenty of other characters, why her?
I buried my face in my hands with a feeling of despair and lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.
Hoping that everything would be a dream when I woke up.
* * *
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I was still the miserable villainess Deborah.
‘…But, it doesn’t seem so bad?’
It’s been ten days since I possessed Deborah, and I was surprisingly well adapted here.
I thought it would be hard to live as a character with all kinds of bad settings and a terrible reputation, but it didn’t seem that way.
‘There’s nothing to adapt to. Everything is perfectly set up.’
I could lie on the soft and spacious bed until late and ring the bell when I was hungry, and the servants would immediately bring me breakfast.
I ate the pastry that melted in my mouth and muttered without thinking.
The servant jumped out like a bullet and brought a basket full of various kinds of bread.
‘Wow. Look at them being trained.’
They delivered whatever I wanted as soon as I muttered to myself.
They were well trained to avoid touching Deborah’s landmine-like temper.
‘Well, it’s better than not listening.’
I nodded my head and picked up a round bread and spread raspberry jam generously on it.
I liked bread, so the food here suited my taste.
“Lady. Would you like some more?”
“No, go away.”
I felt uncomfortable being watched while eating, so I imitated Deborah’s tone of voice from the fragments of her memory and dismissed the servant.
The figs on the plate were fresh and the soup with mushrooms was very savory.
I finished the delicious breakfast and the servants poured me a fragrant tea in a teacup.
I felt like I was in a five-star hotel, although I had never been to one.
I held the antique-style pretty teacup and looked out the window where the birds were chirping.
Such a leisurely and relaxed morning…
This was the first time in my 24 years of life that I enjoyed such luxurious peace.
My home was always a war zone in the morning.
It was small for three siblings, so our house was always hectic.
My brother had his own room, and I shared a room with my sister, who always turned on all the fluorescent lights and dried her hair before I woke up.
I was driven crazy every morning by the sound of the dryer spinning furiously. And I was a night owl, so it was even harder for me.
“Yoon Do-hee. Can I wear this?”
The clothes that I bought online with a big heart were boldly taken by my sister.
“You wear my clothes often too.”
She acted like she was doing me a favor, but she only gave me clothes that had stretched necklines or were too small for her.
But I had such a weak personality that I couldn’t even get angry and just accepted it.
“Sis, I’m in a hurry, so I’ll use the bathroom first.”
Thanks to my diligent sister, I was forced to wake up and walk to the only bathroom in the house, but my brother popped out like a ghost and cut in line.
That damn bastard made the area around the toilet so dirty that I had to clean it up every morning.
I was used to the hectic and chaotic mornings, but spending this time made me feel like I was on vacation at a five-star hotel.
In the morning, Deborah learned astronomy, history, literature, etc. from prominent professors in the empire.
Most of the young nobles from high-ranking families received home schooling from an early age, and which professors they invited to their homes or which noble ladies they learned etiquette from were indicators of their family’s power and honor.
‘I’m kind of jealous.’
I got scolded for even taking online classes.
It was like getting expensive tutoring from a university professor by the hour.
Of course, Deborah, who had no interest in studying at all, skipped classes every time.
She hung her tutor upside down on the window for nagging her about not doing her homework, which was typical of a villainess.
The incident where the rope broke and a famous history professor almost died with a broken neck was so notorious that it was directly described in the novel.
‘Deborah is full of horror stories.’
Every time I looked at the fragments of her memories, I sighed and realized how much of a fool I was.
The law of conservation of madness.
The madman himself is more comfortable than anyone else, along with the fact that I was a fool.
‘…By the way, this place is endless no matter how much I walk.’
I left my room to get tutored and started walking down the long corridor.
I majored in architectural engineering, so I was amazed by this mansion every time I saw it.
How much money and manpower did they have to spend to build such a magnificent and beautiful building?
I admired the sculptures along the corridor and ran into a silver-haired young man who looked exactly like the duke of Seymour.
He was the second son of this family.
As soon as I met his cold silver eyes, I felt an instinctive repulsion.
It was a reaction deeply ingrained in Deborah’s body.
Deborah hated her brother Velek very much.
He openly despised Deborah for being incompetent and not trying at all.
Velek hated people who were lazy and useless like Deborah.
Maybe it was because his life was full of bloody efforts to surpass his twin brother Rozard Seymour.
Strangely enough, the successors of the Seymour family were born twins for generations.
The emblem of the Seymour family was ‘Twin Lions’, symbolizing this trait of their family.
I didn’t notice before but whole novel is translated at nu spoiler page. so I am not continuing please read there.