I BECAME THE VILLAIN OF A NOVEL

"Serina, what are you doing?"

"Don't bring him back."

"Serina, please, ··!"

"!"

He cried looking pathetic and desperate as he grabbed my skirt.

I don't care for such a boy.

The boy just turned 14 years old but already has an extraordinary character.

His purple eyes seem to draw you in. They are dazzling, bright, and captivating to all who see them. The more I look at it, the more I can't take my eyes off it.

But the members of this family were indifferent to that enchanting face.

The boy kept begging me.

As usual, I made the same expression as the people around me.

His hands are reflected in each other in a prayer position.

Gak - the leash was desperate.

"Please, Serina, will you bring Alastair to me?"

"He must be educated, but he is not obedient."

Dark gray eyes shone in the color of her hair and stared at me with a surge of coldness.

The Duchess of Melford's eyes were so icy that they filled my grandmother-like face.

"My good daughter, come here." She was always so strong.

"Yes."

Her ability to overwhelm with just her eyes - doesn't even take action to prevail. That's why she defeated her brothers and became a Duke, even though she was a woman.

"Please, Serena, please."

"......Now. Take your hands off it, Alastair."

Alastair was still holding onto my skirt. I tugged at the hem of my shirt, clutching it in his hand, but it didn't budge.

If I were him, I wouldn't grab someone's skirt, I'd run away.

Of course, running away doesn't mean a successful escape, but it can delay what's to come.

"My daughter is so gentle." The Duke of Melford looked thoughtfully at Alastair.

This child of hers knew what the servants wanted and began to move in her direction.

Clap, clack.

The sound of heels hitting the cold marble floor was particularly sharp.

As the footsteps of the servants drew near, Alastair trembled like a rotten tree in autumn.

His white skin was terrifyingly pale.

However, sadly, there was no one here to sympathize with him even seeing his desperate image.

The people around the Duchess of Melford were all the same. Like herself, there was no trace of sympathy, only brutal interest.

But there is an exception.

"Mom, he doesn't look well today, so why don't we do it next time?"

"'You mean it's not well? Then the brainwashing will work even better.

The Duke of Melford grinned and clapped her hands as if she had accomplished something. Although her laughter did not resonate at all with the situation.

I feel disgusting.

This is essentially what the Duke of Melford does with Alastair.

Brainwashing him into submission to the Melfords. And love Serina.

It's weird.

I try to tell myself I'm used to it, but every time I hear it, I frown.

It was a cruel act for a young boy, but it was inevitable for our family.

When I turned to Alastair, I saw the Hall of Illusion.

A place specially created to brainwash Alastair. He has to go there every week.

In the Hall of Illusion, the scented candle specially made by the Duchess created an illusion strong enough to melt the brain of an ordinary person.

Therefore, Alastair cannot be locked up often or for long periods.

In the end, the servants wandered around a corner. The servants who passed through my door all stopped.

A servant politely bowed to me and then grabbed Alastair's arm tightly.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!"

Alastair tried to pull away from his restrained arm, but the more he resisted, the more trampled he became.

The Duke's servants restrained him, immobilizing him so that he wouldn't break free. Their merciless hands grabbed Alastair's head and shoved him to the floor, twisting his arms back, immobilizing him. The more they did, the more he suffered.

It got worse. "Ohh!"

"Serina, ···?"

"?"

Alastair's arms broke free from their merciless grip and accidentally touched my ankle. He only frowned slightly in surprise at the touch, but Alastair's face was tinged with sweet sulfur.

At my words, Alastair's attention immediately focused on me. The servants did not miss the opportunity.

They completely overpowered Alastair and tied his hands with ropes. Alastair quickly calmed down, perhaps surprised by the fact that he had touched me.

The servants slammed his face into the floor and forced him to stop moving. During this process, Alastair's silky black hair was pulled and rolled onto the floor. Those eyes still contain only me.

As I tried to continue looking into those wavering eyes, I felt guilty and unintentionally avoided his gaze.