I Am The True Villainess (Editing)

04

Sunlight greets my eyelids before I blink them open, raising my trembling hand to block the light. My body feels heavy and my head won't stop beating. Throw up tickles my throat... which is disgusting to think about.

"You should eat better." I groan at the voice, using most of my strength to sit up and glare at him. He sits at my desk, eating away at breakfast my maid probably rolled in a little while ago with his legs crossed and that disgusting smirk he can't stop himself from doing. "No way you're this sick from walking six miles."

"I don't feel comfortable knowing you were sitting here while I was asleep." I intensify my glare, ignoring the ache in my body. Musif hums and places down his half-eaten fruit tart, standing up and approaching me. Without warning, he grabs my face, his fingers squishing my cheeks together with a blank expression.

Trust me, if I could stop my heart from beating out of my chest, I would. "You're quite bold for such a puny body." He leans closer, my attempts to struggle out of his hold only proving him right. Maybe if I didn't over-exert myself I would be able to escape, but for now, I must take whatever he has to dish out. I can't help a shaky grin as I think of ways to ruin his life.

Thin eyebrows raise in amusement before his hold on my face ceases, his hand moving to my shoulder and giving me a light shove into my bed. "Keep it up and you might die from the strain." I blink at his sentence and bring my gaze back to the ceiling. "I'd rather die from strain than be stuck in here with you all day."

He chuckles. "Is that why your heart was beating so fast?"

Hiding my embarrassment, I retort quickly. "I'm quite eager to get rid of you."

"I thought we were friends..." Musif pouts, only making my irritation grow bigger. It's still too much to process, not even a week into being here I already have so much to think about.

I blink at the memory of last night. That girl I bumped into looked familiar. Too familiar. It would make sense though, if it is an otome game like I predicted, then maybe she's a major character. But then that leaves the question, who am I?

As much as I'd like to find out, I need to get my problems together first. It's already hard enough to recall my old memories, so I should stick to this life. I can't help but smile and thank Suzan for being a fan girl. Her obsession with this game might actually save me, but at the same time, could be the reason why I'm here in the first place. I curse internally at the thought.

My body flinches as there's a knock on the door, Musif finishing up his fruit tart and walking over to me. "It's me, my Lady!" Jackie's voice calls out from behind the door, my glare directing itself to Musif that stands by me. "Go! What are you still doing here-" I whisper-yell, my eyebrows twitching in irritation.

Much to my dissatisfaction, Musif only stares at me blankly before placing his hand on my shoulder, my soreness slowly dissipating. "My Lady? Are you asleep?" I shove Musif off me, standing up as quickly as I can and pushing him towards the window. "You couldn't have done that earlier?!"

"I like seeing you vulnerable." Was his response, making my hands twitch towards his throat. "I'll-"

"My lady!" I turn around swiftly, my hands behind my back and a slightly twitchy smile on my face as I make eye contact with a Jackie holding a bucket of water, a rag hanging off of one of its sides. "Don't tell a single soul about this." I lower my tone into a condescending one, tilting my head upwards to establish dominance.

It worked, but in the wrong way. "A-ah! About the deserts you ate, my lady?" She placed the bucket down quickly, walking over to the trays and placing on on top of the other to make it easier to carry away. "When I came in, y-you were asleep so I just left them here for you to eat- I didn't know you'd eat so much..."