I ended up inside a dark, obsessive romance novel.
But I didn’t really care.
I wasn’t the heroine or the villainess. I was just an extra noble who barely appeared in the story.
The heroine would suffer after saving a child, but the male lead would rescue her anyway.
So I had nothing to worry about in my life.
“Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind, brother?!”
That was before my insane older brother brought that child home as a “gift.”
“Doesn’t he look like the stray cat you used to like when you were little?”
I don’t care! Take him back to where you found him right now!
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It’s fine as long as no one finds out. As long as no one finds out.
I pretended to help the villain, who was desperately searching for his missing younger brother, while secretly watching him.
I couldn’t hand the child over to someone who only wanted to use his little brother as a tool for war.
But then…
“Reina. Tell me.”
His grip tightened around Reina’s ankle.
“Why are you hiding my brother, Calix, and telling me such lies?”
