The Poisonous Lady Of High Society

I’ve always been good at reading the room. So, as my half-sister Marin, who loves to play the tragic heroine, wished, I took on the role of the villain. If I didn’t, our father, who dotes on Marin, would make me skip meals. Today, Marin has her eyes on Rio, the son of the Count of Valgoa. Fine, I’ll pour wine over my head so you two can get together and flirt… Or so I thought, but when the Count’s son grabbed my wrist, it made a dull cracking sound. The Count’s son screamed. “Uncle, Aunt! This is bad!” “What did you do, Rio!?” Hearing that conversation was the last thing I remembered before the pain made me pass out.