Changing the Fate of the Villain

Laura

When I opened my eyes again, the pain was still spreading throughout my body.

Feeling a strong arm embracing my waist from behind, I was almost motionless. Why did a man suddenly appear in my room and lie on my bed?

“What do you want to eat, Mistress? I'll go buy it for you.”

The warm, masculine voice startled me and I quickly turned my head. Did this man just call me mistress?

I'm extremely poor, I don't even have money to buy nice clothes, where will I get the money to hire a servant? But is there such a thing as a servant who shares a bed with his master?

“Miss Laura, what do you want to eat?” The man continued to ask.

Laura? My name is not Laura. Laura is the name of a character in my first and last novel.

Immediately, I jumped up and looked around at the strange but familiar room. This interior and layout are very similar to the room I created for the supporting female character Laura in my novel.

“What's your name?” I looked at the man lying lazily on the bed and asked.

“Nolan.” He replied, his eyes like a bottomless pit staring at me.

I closed my eyes, pursed my lips for a long time, and then told Nolan to quickly take a shower and go buy two portions of crab soup and two meat dumplings.

He looked at me in surprise but then obediently complied, got up from the bed, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and left the room.

“Unlucky, why am I not the main female character? An unlucky person is still an unlucky person even if she falls into a book.”

I dragged my body covered in manly traces to the mirror and was thrilled to see my rosy face, and smooth skin, not a skinny face due to lack of food and illness.

Perhaps, I fainted as soon as I slipped and fell last night and in some magical moment, I was transported into a novel I composed myself.

Although I play the role of a cruel female villain, it is also an opportunity for me to live a better life. I will protect this body.

Laura in the original work is a female villain, and Nolan is the main male character.

The female villain used money to force the male lead, also the son of a maid, to stay by her side.

During the day, Nolan is Laura's servant, and at night, his status is no different from that of a gigolo, helping the villainess warm the bed, and rolling with her until exhaustion.

Nolan persevered for many years, trying to complete his university degree and receive a scholarship, go abroad to develop himself, and was welcomed back by his biological father, becoming the heir to SK Group.

When he returned, the female villain had fallen into poverty and illness but still could not escape his cruel revenge. In the end, she died tragically in a hospital bed due to severe kidney failure.

When I went down to the kitchen, Nolan had already placed breakfast on the table. He's making orange juice for me.

“Make two glasses of orange juice then sit down and eat with me.” I pushed a portion of crab soup and a dumpling to the opposite side, slowly speaking.

Nolan turned his head to look at me but then obediently did as I said like a big dog serving its owner.

It was natural for him to be surprised because Laura never let him sit and eat with her. She clearly distinguishes between day and night.

In her eyes, the Nolan of the day is just a mangy dog. When angry, she can curse and throw things at him at will.

For some reason, when I looked at the man sitting in front of me, I felt sad. He remained silent, bowed his head, and ate the dumpling, never raising his head throughout the meal.

“Go to the hospital today to visit your mother.” I took a sip of orange juice and said.

“Today you have an appointment to go shopping with your classmates.” Nolan stopped eating, reminded me.

In the original story, there was a part where just because he didn't remind me about the date to go to the disco with a group of friends that made me late, I threw a vase at his head, causing him to bleed profusely and leave a scar on his forehead. Luckily, that spot can be covered with hair.

“I'll go to the hospital, too.” I put down the glass of orange juice and said seriously.

When we were about to leave home, it suddenly started to rain. Nolan drove to the door, used an umbrella to cover me, and carefully helped me into the car.

We look like a happy couple. However, everything Nolan is showing is within the scope of the work he has to do, and I am the one who pays to enjoy it.

I looked at the austere woman lying on the hospital bed, my nose suddenly stinging. I entered the book at this point, almost too late to change things.

In the past, Laura had oppressed and humiliated Nolan and his mother mercilessly since she was a child.

I know no matter how hard I try to make up for it now, it won't appease their anger.

However, I must find a way to save my life and also to atone for my sins.

“Mistress.” Daria spoke tiredly as soon as she saw me.

“Just lie down, don't sit.” I said as I raised my hand to signal her.

Nolan poured the porridge into a bowl, went to the bed and fed Daria little by little.

When he wasn't at school, if he didn't have to serve me, he could have come here to take care of his mother, but I forced him to sell all of his free time to me.

For the rest of the day, I decided to stay with Nolan in the hospital. In the original story, Laura many years later will die right in this hospital.

Her kidney problems combined with drinking too much alcohol and suffering from psychological pressure caused her to die early.

“Mistress, where would you like to go for lunch?” Nolan pulled the blanket up to cover his mother, then turned his head and asked softly.

“Hospital canteen.” I turned off the phone, stood up, and answered.

When I got to the canteen, I told Nolan to get me chicken thigh rice, and he could eat whatever he wanted, no need to follow me.

But when he returned, two portions of chicken thigh rice appeared in front of me.

“I can do it myself.” I pulled the food towards me and said.

“Your hands will get dirty.” Nolan stopped me.

Although I was a bit surprised that this man dared to go against my words, I felt happy that he finally knew how to resist me a little.

I just hope that this short time will help Nolan have some sympathy for me so that if he succeeds in life in the future, he will forget me and not look for me to seek revenge.

“You can eat now.” He pushed the rice and chicken thigh that had been shredded into strips of meat towards me and said.