chapter 01
As she was dragged away by the soldiers to the execution ground, the woman screamed,
“No! I’m not Karinne!”
Her appearance was a complete mess.
The once-alluring red hair that shimmered had turned dry and brittle, and her face was grimy and unwashed.
Her cracked and bleeding lips were crusted with dried blood. The eyes that once sparkled like amethysts now looked dead and lifeless.
A woman who once dazzled the social scene with her beauty and grace was now thrown before the crowd in her most wretched state.
“Please! Listen to me! Our bodies were switched! I’m Olavia!”
She sobbed desperately, tears streaming down her face.
But no one lent an ear to her cries.
“That wicked woman is still spouting nonsense.”
“To shamelessly attempt to kill her own sister and the crown prince out of jealousy…!”
Instead, the crowd hurled stones and spat at her.
Karinne—or rather, Olavia—pleaded for her innocence with all her might, but it was useless.
They said she was too noisy for a criminal and gagged her mouth. She struggled not to be dragged away, but she was quickly brought to the guillotine.
The executioner began reading her list of crimes.
With each atrocity Karinne had committed being revealed, the crowd’s anger and curses grew louder.
“…Additionally, Karinne Brien is sentenced to death for the attempted poisoning of the crown prince.”
An attempted assassination of royalty.
That was the final and most decisive charge that sealed Karinne’s fate.
She had long harbored jealousy and hatred toward her younger sister, Olavia.
When Olavia became engaged to the crown prince, Karinne was consumed with envy and tried to poison her.
But by a cruel twist of fate, the teacups were switched, and the crown prince drank the poison instead.
The imperial palace was thrown into chaos.
As the investigation progressed, all of Karinne’s past crimes and misdeeds came to light.
In a swift trial, the verdict was unanimous—death.
And so the incident seemed to conclude with the execution of Karinne Brien, the villainess of the century.
Until Olavia and Karinne’s bodies were switched.
“Mm! Mmmph!”
Bound tightly in ropes, Olavia thrashed around.
Something had gone terribly, horribly wrong.
She couldn’t believe what had happened to her. The shock was so overwhelming that it didn’t feel real.
This must be a dream. No, it has to be.
Just the night before, Olavia had gone to sleep in her chamber in the imperial palace.
But when she awoke, startled by an unfamiliar chill against her skin, everything around her had changed.
Stone walls covered in damp moss, the metallic stench in the air, the cold, lifeless atmosphere—
She was in a prison.
And then, a terrifying realization slammed into her.
Our bodies were switched…!
She was now Karinne. More precisely, her soul was inside Karinne’s body.
Then in my body…
Her mind went blank, as if someone had poured white paint over her thoughts.
That’s when the soldiers burst into the cell to take her to the execution ground.
It all happened too fast to process.
“The evil woman who tried to kill the crown prince!”
“Kill her now!”
In a barely coherent state, Olavia managed to lift her head.
Her neck creaked like a broken wooden puppet as she moved.
Then she saw him—Crown Prince Edwin, seated at the head of the platform.
Next to him, a woman clung affectionately to his arm, whispering something into his ear.
Karinne!
Olavia’s eyes widened in shock as she let out a silent scream.
It was Karinne—with Olavia’s face.
At first, the prince looked troubled, but then he nodded reluctantly, and Karinne rose from her seat.
Olavia stared in stunned disbelief as Karinne walked toward her.
“I’d like to have a moment alone with my sister, if you don’t mind.”
“But…”
“It’s fine. His Highness has given his permission.”
After a brief hesitation, the soldiers stepped back.
Karinne knelt down in front of Olavia and gently embraced her.
To the onlookers unaware of the truth, it seemed like a touching moment of forgiveness from a sister before her elder’s death.
But for Olavia, the touch was chilling—repulsive.
She wanted to recoil, but bound by ropes, she couldn’t even flinch. It was maddening.
“Olavia, how does it feel?”
Karinne whispered so only Olavia could hear.
“To have everything taken from you without knowing why, and to die wearing someone else’s shame?”
Olavia wanted to scream, but all she could manage was a muffled groan through the gag.
Karinne smiled as she watched her squirm.
“Foolish girl.”
With Olavia’s own voice, Karinne said cruel words to her.
“To think you were drinking poison laced with a curse every day and never noticed.”
Poison? Cursed poison?
Why…?
Because I got engaged to the crown prince? Did she really do all this out of jealousy?
Reading the questions in her eyes, Karinne gave a bitter chuckle.
Then, she said in a low voice,
“Yes, I’ll admit it. You were just incredibly unlucky.”
For a brief moment, something like pity crossed Karinne’s face—but it disappeared instantly.
Returning to her cold, blank expression, she muttered chillingly,
“But if something is in my way, I have to remove it. Even if it wasn’t trying to interfere.”
Olavia couldn’t understand what she meant.
She wanted to ask, What are you talking about?—but no words would come out.
“You’ll never know anything. Just like always.”
Karinne savored the shock and pain in Olavia’s eyes, then finally delivered her verdict.
“So accept it. That’s the only thing you can do now.”
She smiled.
With a calm, serene expression that didn’t look at all like someone who had pushed her sister toward death.
Olavia’s body trembled violently.
She didn’t know if it was from despair weighing her down or the rage she felt toward Karinne.
Watching her shudder, Karinne beamed.
“So for my sake… could you go ahead and die now?”
— The End of “Lady of the Twist.”
* * *
The moment I read the last line, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“This… is the end?”
The word “The End” was shocking.
Unable to accept it, I scrolled down—and for the first time, there was a note from the author.
Just a single line:
[The true protagonist of Lady of the Twist was Karinne.]
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I nearly threw my phone across the room.
The female lead, Olavia, was my favorite character.
She endured hardship after hardship but never lost her kindness. I had cheered her on through every struggle.
People even called it the ultimate “suffocating” novel because the heroine suffered so much, but I kept going—choking down each painful chapter.
I believed, just like the title promised a “twist,” that one day Olavia would explode like a fizzy soda and get her revenge.
But that twist… was that the main character had always been Karinne, the biggest villain in the entire world?
Of course, the comment section was already flooded with furious reactions from readers who had reached the ending.
Half of it was people raging. The other half were begging for more.
[Author, please tell us this is just Part 1 and that Part 2 is coming! This can’t be the actual ending!]
[Please write a story where Olavia comes back and gets revenge! Please!]
[Ending it like this is just cruel.]
The author’s name suddenly caught my eye.
“Sweet Potato Villain.”
That’s when I realized who the real villain of this story was.
Burning with fury, I started furiously typing a comment on my phone:
[I didn’t want to leave a comment like this, but this ending is just too cruel to Olavia. I feel like I want to get possessed and take revenge in her place!]
Of course, I never dreamed those words would come true.
Just like when Olavia and Karinne switched bodies—I ended up inside Olavia’s body in my sleep.
