The Villainess Wants To Die
Ch. 3 – Home

During these few days Zara who has now decided to become Verra–we call also her Verra– keeps smiling falsely avenging any false attention this family. It feels tiring, but it's kind of fun to also lie to the person who lied to Verra.

"Anu... I want to go home, I don't like the hospital atmosphere that smells of drugs." Verra said to his grandfather, Xendra Atkinson.

"It's okay? What if your condition worsens one day?" Asked Mr. Xendra who looked at his grandson with contrived worry.

Aren't you the same as praying for me my condition to deteriorate? Repugn. Verra glanced a little with her eyes tails, a pity that in the novel created by her own hands told in detail about the Atkinson family.

"It's okay, I want to activate immediately instead of staying in the hospital." Verra smiled again.

"alright. Do you remember us?" Ask Mr. Xendra carefully because he does not want Verra to know who is behind the accident that Verra experienced two weeks ago. Yes, Mr. Xendra was the mastermind behind the accident, he wished Verra a tragic death.

"No, I still don't remember anything." Verra turned his gaze towards the window, out there the blue sky stretched above with the sun shining down on the earth.

Verra is lying. Slowly but surely, the memory of the original owner of the body united with his. The fused memories do not sequence from his childhood to the present, but are random. Only a little did he know about Verra, which was if Verra had a small box in the closet between the pile of clothes at the bottom that contained the diary of Verra that was full. He plans to read it, who knows getting information about the original body owner.

"Don't be forced if you don't remember, just slowly." Mr. Xendra's hand rubbed the top of Verra's head briefly, then walked out to see the doctor talking about Verra's return from the hospital.

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The pink beads sparkling as beautiful as cherry blossoms in the spring were glaring out the car windows. Observe every store, skyscraper or building that passes through it. While propping up her chin, Verra enjoys the incredible scenery that is only ever described in her novel.

The large billboard on the side of the road was like a normal billboard in his previous life, but the ad could move and even form a 3-dimensional hologram. Look at the police up ahead, if it's a human being it's impossible, because around his neck is a small circle that's sending out a blue light, indicating that the cop is an AI. Artificial Intelligence, in short is AI, artificial intelligence is shaped similar to humans. Autonomous humanoid AI that replaces work that was once done by humans. The world of novels with a 2061 background is indeed different. The world of technology.

Mr. Xendra who was sitting next to the driver glanced at Verra from the rearview mirror reflecting the shadow of what Verra was doing. The old man was astonished. Why is it that the girl who usually fusses crigis and likes to make trouble sits quietly in the passenger seat back there. The look of the eyes Verra showed was also different. Empty, yet implied little admiration for what caught his sight.

Why that kid? Did he lose his memory to the point of being unfamiliar with all this. Supposedly, even though his memory was lost his body and his instincts would react on their own. Inner Mr. Xendra.

Verra was deep in thought. At first glance he hears a soft voice calling him by his life name before committing suicide and eventually enters into a romantic novel. 'Zara's'. But there was only him, Mr. Xendra, and an old driver in the car. While the voice he heard was a female voice, it was possible that it was only his hallucination after waking up from a coma.

Moments later, the black luxury car stopped at a luxurious medieval mansion. Verra came out and stared at the magnificent building that she now lives in.

"Verra, let's go in the house." Mr. Xendra gently patted Verra on the shoulder.

A home? I don't have a home, sir. This is your home, not mine. For a 'Zara' home is a place to go home and is full of family warmth. While this luxurious mansion is a residence inhabited by two-faced people who are ready to stab themselves in the back. Not home. 'neither 'Zara' nor 'Verra' had a home.

Just entering, Verra was treated to the sight of the servants lined up to welcome her and Mr. Xendra. Verra was stunned for a moment at this sight, but continued his footsteps again. Clearly, from the owner to the workers in this mansion did not like it, even some people hated it.

"Verra's! Welcome back home. Aunty has cooked your favorite food you~" Looks like a middle-aged woman came to him. Home clothes that look a little luxurious, then jewelry in the form of gold and diamonds adorn the skinny body, black hair in a short loop. She was the wife of Mr. Xendra's first child, Nita Elvira.

Ah, he's real... People who most often incite the owner of the body to dress up menor and viewed badly by everyone. Verra only replied to her with a thin, paper-thin smile.

"Auntie... I don't want to eat anything, I want to just take a break." Verra's speech was only to avoid a situation where he had to face a two-faced human for a long time. He can't stand that.

"Eh? Should I bring food to your room?" Nita said with a worried look, but in her heart Nita cursed and swore at Verra.

Verra was delivered to her room by a waiter. He could only show a blank look that implied a hint of admiration. His house in the past life was big, but not this luxurious. Also, the maid who pointed the way did not care much about what her young miss was doing, as this was her job. He's AI. Although in every home in the country has AI to do homework, but the number is limited by the government, 3-5 AI per home. It was also a very expensive tax, an ordinary person only used 1 AI in his house.

Verra crosses paths with the man she first saw after entering the world of novels. She is his cousin, son of Nita. Only that person showed his dislike for Verra blatantly, unlike the other residents who wore masks. His name is Geon Atkinson. In the original novel, Geon was just a passing extra.

"Your old phone that was damaged by an accident has been fixed, it's in your room. I've also bought you a new phone if you don't want to use the old one. I was told to grandpa." That was all that Geon said when he passed each other, then each continued their path. Geon continued walking but at a glance he glanced back looking at Verra's back away. On the other hand Verra only listened to it without responding. Only the extra cast passed by, no need to care.

Arriving in front of his room located on the 3rd floor of this mansion, the AI servant parted ways by lowering his head. Verra touched the door knob that felt cold. The door of a room is an electronic door that can only be opened with a registered fingerprint.

Once inside, Verra is presented with a room measuring 5×5 shades of sky blue. There are many dolls in this room, ranging from large size to small size. A bathroom is located in the corner, then a small room that contains Verra's clothes. There was a study table near the bed, on top of which there were only a few books, a laptop and a headset, stationery, and a charge cable. Then not far from it there is also a dressing table that contains make-up and various makeup tools. Large bed with neat floral patterned blue bedding. Also, there is one long sofa, two single sofas, and a glass table on which there is a small flower vase without flowers.

Wow, the room is neat and cool. I thought it would be pink to make the eyes hurt, peaceful like this. Thought Verra who circulated her gaze throughout the corner of the room.

Verra stepped her feet into the room containing the clothes of the original owner of the body. He opened one of the cabinets, relying on his good luck instincts the white hand was looking for a box containing a stack of diaries of the original owner's full body.

Verra finally got it. A box the size of a black shoe box managed to be in his hands. Verra sat his ass on the cold floor, reading one by one the pages of the diary.

About 1 hour later...

Was the antagonist who made the devious plan of separating the male lead and the female lead this stupid? Just sec... Stupid to the crown, or just plain super duper?

The contents of the diary are the daily life of the original body owner. It is written briefly but reflects all of his life. Word by word strung together in such a way as to produce a sentence that forms writing. Stupid writing.

He is simply fooled, used, and hated. I felt like I wanted to beat him up and awaken to this ingrained folly.

After content to curse here and there about Verra's genuine stupidity, he could only think while staring at the ceiling of this small room.

Verra is a child who lost her parents at the age of 4, this girl thirsts for affection and attention. He was so naive as to believe every lie and falsehood of the people around him. No friends, being bullied by people at school, and being used only by his family. The pathetic verra. Does no one love him sincerely?

Verra without tidying up the book got up and walked towards the balcony of this room. He stood up holding the balcony fence. A gentle breeze whipped through his body, the long black mane strands moved due to the gusts of wind that played it. Verra looked at the bright blue sky, the sun as if welcoming her with its warm light. His gaze shifted downwards.

The third floor is quite tall as well. Verra started to tiptoe and leaned a little on her body.

"I want to die. No one loves me in this world." It was a sentence that stumbled in his head when he would jump from the top of a 15-story building in his past life. It was a bitter reality pill that must inevitably be swallowed without water by it.

This time, the sentence was back in his head when he saw the neat grass down there.

But, I won't die if I just jump from here. At least it's just a broken bone. It just makes the body sick. Verra re-enforced his body and lowered the leg that had been raised earlier because of tiptoe.

"I'd rather follow the real plot than change it... It's the only way to die." His monologue while propping up his chin. Although following the groove was more painful, there was no other way but that. He had no intention of ending his life a second time.

If Verra were 17 years old, he would be 5-6 years old. Hold on for that long, Zara...