The Villainess's Defiance Chapter 2

Eighteen years ago, their daughter Sarah was kidnapped. The couple was devastated. To alleviate their grief, they adopted me from the orphanage because I shared the same rare blood type.

For eighteen years, they raised me with care, like their own. But it was transactional. I was groomed to serve Blackwell Enterprises and to bleed for Ethan.

Ethan is a professional race car driver. Every time he crashes—which is often—I am the one on the operating table next to him. Because of this, he treats me like a real sister.

Mom took my hand gently.

"Chloe, your health really isn't great. From now on, take the large master suite on the first floor. No stairs."

In the original plot, Sarah had just returned, and the house wasn't ready. The original Chloe, trying to act magnanimous, offered her room to Sarah and insisted on sleeping in the utility room to play the victim.

Before I could speak, Sarah's inner voice started ranting:

She's definitely going to refuse. She'll say she's an outsider and insist on living in the utility closet to make us feel guilty.

Hearing this, the family looked at me awkwardly.

I immediately hugged Mom, beaming.

"Mom, you're the best! I love you! I'll take the downstairs room. It's easier to get around, and I'll be closer to Ethan in case he needs anything."

My parents and Ethan all lived on the first floor. Now, I was joining them, leaving Sarah alone upstairs.

She looked at me like I was an alien. I wasn't following the script.

She grabbed my arm. "Weren't you going to refuse? Weren't you going to demand the utility room? Why did you change your mind?"

She couldn't understand why I wasn't reciting my lines.

I had realized a loophole. When a key plot point triggers, my actions are controlled, but my speech is entirely my own.

"Which ear heard me say I wanted a utility room? Why would I sleep in a closet when there's a perfectly good suite available?"

Everyone looked at Sarah strangely. Unable to handle the pressure, she shoved me.