The Villainess Wants To Die
Ch. 1 – Zara Amethyst

I lived long ago by obeying the will of my adoptive parents.

I thought they adopted me for love, I was wrong. They just make me a pregnancy bait, he said that if the couple does not visit momong then have to adopt one child to lure pregnancy. Myths like that do some believe? Ada, my foster family.

My name is Zara Amethyst.

Shortly after they adopted me, they were blessed with a pregnancy by the Almighty. My brother, Zayn Amethyst, was born weak. Therefore they always ordered me to be a friend of Zayn who was 6 years under me, while they took care of their respective affairs.

I was forbidden to have friends. Just make a little mistake then I'll be cold in the back shed and hungry all night. If I don't obey then I'll be hit with a golf club. I have to say if they want to stay here.

Honestly speaking... I miss the head of the orphanage foundation, he was so kind and considerate. I haven't seen her since I left the parlor.

I'm 20 years old, I didn't continue my education because they told me to standby with Zayn. Zayn is a man, but likes to be read romantic stories. His taste is completely different from the others.

Sometimes I hate my sister, but she doesn't hate me. It felt like every time I saw him fall asleep, I wanted to strangle that neck. But this is my job. Keeping the little brother who kept me restrained under my adoptive parents.

I made her a romantic novel about a typical teen love drama of a schoolboy set in the future. Love for Himself. I read it repeatedly because Zayn asked for it.

He told me... "Sister, I'll heal and I'll travel the world with brother!"

The innocent sister. I hate him, but I can't show this hate frankly to him or anyone. It's just me and God who know that I hate you. I know you're innocent, but my ego forces me to hate you weak. If you're healthy, then I'll be free from all their memories, maybe even I could just get out of the house that every day just gives me bad memories.

When Zayn was 17 years old, Zayn breathed his last. On the day of Zayn's death I was kicked out of the house without a penny, not even clothes. I came out empty-handed.

It's not very annoying. What does it mean to me in this world? I don't have a place to go back, if I go back to the orphanage I think it's too late. It has been more than 15 years I have never seen the face of the head of the foundation again, even if I return he has certainly not recognized me. For many years I went from the home and never told or visited, I would be labeled a woman who did not know herself if she showed her face in front of the head of the foundation.

I don't even have any acquaintances... Now I'm just Zara who has nothing...

Just kill yourself

On top of an abandoned building that has been stopped. A cold rain gushed all over my body, the lightning bolted with a bolt of lightning blaring in the dark night sky. Look at the lights of this beautiful city, don't you really support me to commit suicide?

Down there the construction stuff is scattered, and now my position is on top of a 15-storey building. Don't ask me how I got up here, of course using the stairs and walking alone in the dark without the help of lighting tools, several times I sat on the stairs because I was tired. Do you think not tired of climbing the stairs one by one until the 15th floor? After I got to the top of the building I sat down while running around in the rain, it felt like my legs would break.

So tall... I don't know, there's no hesitation in ending this life. If there is a next life, please one person who loves me wholeheartedly and grieves when I die. If there is none, hell or heaven I am ready.

My foot has gone backwards, and my other foot has followed. Flying, it feels like flying in the rain. The black sky that continues to draw lightning witnesses the end of Zara Amethyst at the age of 23 years.

Be ill... It hurts so much, but all the pain just disappears after the soul is separated from the body.

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Erms... My body did not feel any pain at all, is it not a miracle that I could die without feeling any pain. But, the pain I had felt when landing among the construction items was very real. It's impossible if it's my imagination. Everything is real. Zayn's death, getting kicked out of the house, suicide in the rain, the pain of suicide... Am I safe?

I raised my hand, looking at the back of my hand with an infusion tube.

Since when was my hand this small, my skin also seemed to be a bit brownish instead of pure white like this. The rest of the nail polish on my nails? I never once used nail polish, I prefer natural.

What could be...

"A. a. a. a..." Sure enough, when I tried to listen to my own voice it turned out that my voice had been different. His voice was smooth and gentle, could suicide cause the sound to change?

Moments later a man in a full suit had just walked in, our eyes met. I didn't know who he was, looking once in the glint of his eyes that he didn't want to see me. Is he my savior?

"Verra's? I'll get a doctor." The man came out again after mentioning the name 'Verra', did that person arbitrarily change my name? My name is Zara, not Verra!

A few minutes later the man came again with a doctor and a female nurse. They must have come to check on me, I'm fine, nobody hurts, my body feels weak.

"Miss Verra, are you feeling uncomfortable or sick somewhere?"

The doctor asked me, nothing hurt so I just shook my head in response 'no'.

The doctor asked me a few questions about how I felt, of course I just answered with a sledgehammer or a nod of the head with a few words. Should I do the usual female lead in transmigration novels in general? Waking up in another body and saying memory loss. There's no other way but I know why my name turned into 'Verra' than to lie to them.

The doctor said if I'm okay, I've been fine since I woke up. I'm limp because I just woke up from a coma for two weeks. I can go home after a few days.

"Verra, thank God you're okay. It's so annoying every day I have to come here and watch you lie down. If it wasn't for Grandpa, then I wouldn't have come." The man said with a look at me, his gaze cold and filled with dislike. If you don't like it, why not just reject it? Foolish obedient boy, it was the man standing near my nightstand lying down.

All right, I'm gonna start my lie now. Angel, take note of my sin as much as you want.

"Just leave if you don't want to, you're like this even like a stupid submissive kid." I don't care what I risk for lying. I'm sure, after this there will be a little lie told for the lie I cover.

The man looked at me sharply, is there something wrong with my words? "Ck!! You don't seem to know Grandpa's nature, are you an outsider in disguise?"

"Who are you? Why do you call me Verra, is that my name? I'm just saying my opinion, am I wrong?" My lies begin, I will continue to lie to anyone. Don't believe me, someone like me deserves to be appreciated?

The man looked at me confusedly, even the doctor and nurse had not left this room were surprised. Normal? That's perfectly normal for those who fall victim to my lies.

"What did you say? You are Verra Atkinson. You hitchhiked to our family, when you weren't a family member." The man said, folding his hands together in front of his chest, his face was so proud that it made me want to hit him using a chair.

Just sec... Verra Atkinson's? Living in his family? What'd he say? That name... Isn't that the name of the antagonist in the novel I created for Zayn?! If I were Verra now, then I would die again in the hands of the main exhibition of men.

Die...

Isn't that nice?