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You found out that you are a villainess of a novel/otome/whatever and instead of doing everything in your power to change your fate, you decided to just to play out the story as is. You're educated, you know about the myths where people tried to change their fate, it doesn't end well, besides you're not real so who cares!

Plot twist, your family does.

Crown prince publicly anuls your engagement to embarrass you, they immediately support his sibling who is way more capable than him. Some noble ladies gossip about you and mock you, they're airing out their families dirty laundry. You commit crime, they're doing everything in their power to prevent your doom.

"The court has found Lady [Name] of the [Last Name] House... not guilty." The court erupts into murmurs as you stare at the judge in shock. "But Your Honor, I- wait!" You protest as the guards escort you out of the courtroom only for them to grab you as you were gonna escape them and plead guilty.

"I did do it! I'm guilty! You have to belive me!" The guards have lifted you from the ground as you continued thrashing around trying to free yourself. They only put you on the ground and took your restains offwhen you were finally outside.

"Be careful you brutes! She is fragile!" Your stepmother yelled at the guards as she huggs your smaller form, the stay in the prison really did a number on your health. Your father joins shortly as they carefully guide you to the carriage.

"But I did do it, father, I did." You meekly admit only to be shooshed by both of them. "It is over now, dear, it's over." He comforted you.

Your siblings are no different. Your older brother on monitored bedrest as lectured you about 'lying under oath'. You didn't, but he's not gonna listen with that stick up his ass now is he?

Your little half brother had been sneaking out of his lectures just to be around you. Poor kid got traumatized when they arrested you, in retrospect the timing of your arrest was off and it wasn't supposed to happen while you two were having tea. You feel guilty when you see him clinging to you in his sleep.

Now your stepsister... the protagonist. You haven't seen her since you got dragged back home, ad it wasn't till you were cleared by the physician. At the dining room, everyone was acting like it was just another normal day, except for her. She kept stealing glances at you only averting her gaze when you noticed.

You confront her, because she should be mad at you, her happy ending was not gonna happen because you avoided fate, unwillingly, to add.

Were you expecting her to cry? It was a possibility. You didn't expect what she was about to say.

"I was so worried." It's not what she's supposed to say. "After all those bad things that happened to you." No, no, no! "I had nightmares of you getting executed- killed even! It was horrible!" She's such a pretty crier that guilt tugged at your heart.

"And then you got arrested, I just- I just-" She breaks into a fit of sobs that you ended up comforting her. Guess this is the power of a protagonist.

It looks like no matter what you do, these people will be pulling you out of the hellhole you try to throw yourself into.

One day while you were in the garden, drinking tea by yourself an mysterious presence has made itself known to you.

"So you're this maiden trying to change fate?" A man in a witches hat is sitting infront of you.

"I'm not going against fate, I'm following it. It's everyone else who does it." You defend yourself.

The man purs himself a cup of tea and puts two sugar cubes in and offers you.

"No thank you, I already have honey in mine."

"Hmm...." He takes a sip from his cup. "And what makes you think you're doing so?" How could you even explain to this stranger who has broken into private property that this world is simply a fantasy your God had and that nothing was actually real?

Suddenly a wild broom swings at the man, only for him to avoid it swiftly. Your maid was swinging at him full force and once he was far away enough another one of your maids grabbed you and ran inside the mansion.

"This-this-th-this has to stop! We're gonna get evicted if this continues!" You pace around your apartment in panic before stubing your toe on random corner, you yelp in pain clutching your injured foot and hopping to the couch to sit down.

Meanwhile, your husband, the most non chill person, puts a cold beverage infront of you in the calmest manner you have seen him pull out the first aid just for a paper cut. He hand you the cold pad which you set on your toe as he sits down next to you and rubs circles on your back.

"We'll figure something out."

"How?" You ask desperately. "The police are useless, that family from upstairs is scared to take their children out, they keep barrocading my way to work. What are we gonna do!" You upper body falls on his lap and he rests one hand on your side while the other pats your head.

"And the worst part is that those people are terrible! They have admitted to all kinds of bad things they did and expect a simple apology would suffice!" You turn on your back to face him now.

"If I actually was that woman they treated like that, I would've slammed the door in their faces and called the authorities."

"You did do that."

"I did, several times! What absolute maniacs! Now we're gonna have to move! But I don't wanna! And I like it here too, there's a park close by and I get to feed the animals there! Not to forget the pastry shop down the street or the apartment garages, we're not gonna find anything like that so easy because most of them just have parkings! It's gonna be such a-" While you were now crying and venting your heart out, he listened and comforted you.

Later on you were passed out on the couch, th glass of your favorite cold drink was now empty on the table with the cooling pad next to it. You dear dutiful husband covers you with a blanket as he hears you mumbling.

How it pains him to see you like this.

Standing up straight he looks at the picture hanging on the wall, your wedding picture, you two in a loving embrace looking excitedly at the camera, that bandage on your forehead was covered up thanks to the stylist, you wouldn't notice it unless you specifically concentrated on that spot.

Just because you don't remember those people anymore doesn't mean that he didn't know about everything you told him about them prior to the... incident.

It was one thing to beg for forgiveness, but it's a whole other to harass someone until they had a breakdown. He wishes he didn't go on that work trip just to prevent this sooner, now he has to dig in to why they are doing this because people like them don't suddenly turn a new leaf, and just like you said, they're maniacs... life-sucking leaches. There has to be an agenda.

He looks at your resting face, so calm and peaceful and that scar on your forehead has healed and shrunk a good amount. Sure he isn't a good person, but it would be a cold day in hell if he ever let's you go.