The Unfilial Heir Who Tries to Kill Me Tempts Me - Chapter 1

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Episode 1.

Some famous novelist once said it.
A character from a novel, you say? Would anyone really want to become something like that?
Back then I thought it was just a clever answer, never imagining it would actually happen to me.
“Charlotte, I love you.”
Glug.
The black tea I’d been holding in my mouth spilled straight down.
“How could I not have seen it? My true love was never Leoni Schmidt—it was you all along….”
Wavy golden hair that gleamed like it had been brushed with honey, fresh green eyes, and such dazzling features that you’d believe he was a sculpture come to life.
“Please accept my heart.”
What is this.
Why is he standing right in front of me.
“Fa…Fabian?”
“Yes, I am your Fabian.”
“Oh my god.”
Crash!
“Charlotte!”
The teacup I’d been holding fell. The piercing sound jolted me back to my senses.
“Are you hurt anywhere? Someone! Is anyone—!”
“Wait, wait!”
I waved my hand frantically and asked.
“What did you say my name was?”
“What do you mean, Charlotte.”
Charlotte.
That’s the name of the Villainess from my novel.
And he’s the male lead from my story.
I looked once at Fabian standing before me, once at the ornate reception hall of the Crown Prince’s Palace, once at the teacup across the table, and with my other hand I fumbled at my dress skirt. My fingers brushed against a small potion bottle in the pocket.
What is this?
Am I dreaming?
“Good heavens.”
Slap!
I raised my hand and struck my own cheek.
It hurt.
“Charlotte! Are you all right? Your complexion looks terrible. Shall I call a physician?”
“…You drank it all?”
“Pardon?”
“You really drank all of the black tea? Every drop?”
“Didn’t we just drink it together?”
“No, no, no….”
This can’t be happening—just one sip of that potion causes anyone to fall desperately in love with the person standing in front of them. So why am I sitting here drinking tea with him when Charlotte was supposed to come sneaking around acting suspicious?
“Spit it out, quick!”
“Ow, Charlotte. That hurts.”
I jumped up and started pounding on Fabian’s back, but the black tea he’d already swallowed wasn’t going to come back up.
“What do I do….”
All the strength drained from my body.
It wasn’t enough that I’d become the Villainess from my own novel—now I was literally drugging the male lead with a love potion.
Did this really just happen?
No, wait. Since he just drank it, if I handle this fast enough, it might still be fixable. Charlotte is the Capital’s greatest mage after all—she should be able to cast a counter-spell.
“Your Highness, look at me for a moment.”
“Of course, if that is your wish.”
“What am I going to do….”
Fabian is obeying Charlotte.
Normally he’d look at her with contempt, refusing to even exchange words. So why does his gaze look so sickeningly sweet? Get a grip.
I wanted to cry, but I gritted my teeth and opened my palm.
“All right, Your Highness. I’m going to break the spell now. You’ll go back to hating me like you always did. Understand? There we go.”
……
“There we go.”
Deep violet mist poured from my hand and swirled around Fabian, then simply vanished into nothing.
This won’t work.
Now that I think about it, Charlotte made this Love Potion too. There’s no way it’ll wear off easily.
“Charlotte, what on earth are you trying to show me with such adorable behavior? And come to think of it, you do have the prettiest hands—so dainty and charming.”
Fabian’s expression turned almost delirious with affection as he gently stroked the back of my hand.
I’m getting goosebumps. Stop it.
“Your Highness? I think something’s going terribly wrong here. If you’d just wait a moment—”
“My dear Charlotte. Don’t say another word.”
Fabian cut me off, his eyes glistening as he drew closer, his large hand cradling my cheek with unbearable gentleness.
What is this?
Surely this atmosphere isn’t—
“No! Get away from me!”
“Charlotte?”
I shoved Fabian hard and leaped to my feet.
“I don’t want to kiss you, Fabian!”
You bastard, this is incest! Have you no shame?

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I was finished.
I’d run through the calculations a hundred times, but the verdict was clear: I was utterly, irredeemably finished.
“Why did it have to be Charlotte…?”
If I’d been some forgettable extra with no connection to the protagonists, that would’ve been one thing. But instead, I’d reincarnated as an absurdly powerful Villainess—one whose every move systematically shredded the main characters’ sanity.
How is this fair?
I’m the one who wrote this story.
“Ugh…”
Through the carriage window, the magnificent cityscape of the Capital glided past—perfectly matching every detail I’d described in the novel.
“Sniff.”
This is so miserable I could cry.
“Okay, stay calm. The damage is done. Until this gets resolved, Count Schmidt, his wife, and Leoni absolutely cannot know about Charlotte’s little stunt.”
If they discovered what Charlotte had done, there’d be no coming back from it. Leoni would faint. The Count and Countess would tear me apart. The whole mess would reach the Emperor’s ears, I’d stand trial, and then—execution.
I couldn’t endure that kind of suffering and hardship, even if the original unhinged Charlotte could.
“Alright, we’re going in fast and getting out faster.”
Back to the mansion, pack a bag, then make a swift escape to some peaceful, remote countryside far from here. And from a safe distance, I’ll cheer on my characters’ romance.
After all, I’m supposed to exit the stage as a Villainess—if I disappear quickly, everyone will be happy.
“Yeah, I’m the author. I can handle this much, can’t I? I can do this.”

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That’s what I’d dreamed.
…What I’d dreamed about.
Crack!
Sharp pain exploded across my face, and my head snapped sideways. I froze mid-motion at the mansion door.
“Scheming, venomous little wretch. We should never have taken you into this house.”
The Countess Schmidt stood waiting by the entrance, teeth grinding audibly.
“We fed and raised a parasitic creature with nothing but Magic to her name. What kind of despicable game have you been playing?!”
In her hand, a Love Letter trembled—its Seal torn to shreds. It was the flowery, elaborate letter Fabian had sent to Charlotte.
“Ah… His Highness sent that?”
I’d only just arrived home.
When had he sent this?
Then came another brutal blow—but this time, instead of striking my cheek, her hands seized my hair and began shaking me violently.
“Agh!”
“Filthy creature! I knew it! How dare you use your disgusting Magic to push out our Leoni and scheme to become the Crown Princess!”
Where was all this strength coming from?
My scalp felt like it was being torn from my skull.
My body lost its balance under her furious shaking, lurching side to side before I crashed to the floor.
“Wait—let go of—”
“You dare covet my daughter’s place?! If it weren’t for your dirty tricks, why would His Highness the Crown Prince send you a Love Letter?!”
That was when it happened.
Clatter, thud.
Something clattered across the floor.
“Mother, Charlotte. What on earth is happening right now?”
“L-Leoni? So this is…”
“Ah…”
“Shriek! Leoni! Come to your senses!”
“Good heavens, miss!”
“Why are you all standing there? Get that out of sight at once!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The servants swarmed around Leoni, and knights came rushing in to seize me roughly, forcing me to the ground face-first. I laughed, hollow and spent.
Ha ha.
What a mess.

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