The Villainess's Defiance Chapter 1

I transmigrated into the role of the vicious villainess, while my entire family gained the ability to hear the protagonist's inner thoughts.

According to the script, I was supposed to deliberately trip while walking upstairs with my sister, then accuse her of pushing me.

Sure enough, as I followed Sarah up the stairs, my body moved against my will. I stumbled and tumbled down the steps.

My parents and brother watched with bated breath, waiting to see if I would say exactly what my sister’s inner voice had predicted.

Instead, I simply stood up, dusted myself off, and said calmly:

"Sorry about that. I skipped breakfast, must be low blood sugar."

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I transmigrated into a novel as Chloe, the adopted daughter of the wealthy Blackwell family. Because I have rare Rh-null blood—"Golden Blood"—I was kept in the family primarily to serve as a mobile blood bank for my older brother, Ethan.

Not long ago, the protagonist of this world, the true daughter of the Blackwells, Sarah, was found and brought home.

Except for me, the designated villainess, everyone in the family can hear Sarah's inner thoughts.

According to the plot, I am supposed to repeatedly frame her and bully her in front of our parents, trying to make them hate her.

However, relying on her "God's eye view" provided by the plot, Sarah predicts my actions and words every time, causing the Blackwells to completely lose trust in me.

On Sarah's first day home, Mom asked me to show her the room prepared upstairs.

I recalled the plot. Right now, the family should be hearing Sarah's internal monologue and waiting to see if reality aligns with her thoughts.

I wanted to break the script, but my body betrayed me. I was forced to hurl myself down the stairs.

The moment I rolled onto the floor landing, I saw the disappointment in the eyes of my parents and Ethan. They were waiting for my accusation. No one moved to help me.

I could only clutch my waist, stand up on my own, and say awkwardly:

"Sorry, skipped breakfast. Just a bit of low blood sugar."

Sarah looked at me in shock.

"Weren't you going to say I pushed you? That you didn't know why I did it, but begged Mom and Dad not to be angry at me?"

My parents and Ethan looked at me with scrutiny.

I leaned against the wall, feigning weakness, and retorted, "Do you have a persecution complex? I told you, I have low blood sugar."

Then, I looked at Ethan with puppy-dog eyes.

"Sorry, Ethan. I'll take better care of my health so I'm ready if you need me."

Hearing this, Ethan and my parents immediately softened and rushed over to support me.