My older sister is a villainous rich girl

The girl stopped nagging him to see her; she was content as long as he was willing to visit her occasionally.

But her good fortune didn't last long; she learned from other residents that the prince was getting engaged.

She was incredulous; why had the prince never told her anything like this before?

When the prince came to be intimate with her again, she questioned him.

The prince simply said, "It is my duty as a member of the royal family."

The girl sadly said goodbye again, wanting to escape.

However, she discovered she was pregnant.

The girl stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the prince catch up, utterly despondent.

"My dear, I love you very much, but I no longer have the courage to continue living with you."

“My dear, I love you too,” the prince said. “I will always remember your love, please… never forget me!”

Then, he did something the girl never expected—

He jumped off the cliff by the sea without hesitation.

The girl stared in astonishment at the prince's resolute expression.

Then, with tears streaming down her face, she cried out, "My dear... this moment is forever for me. So I will never forget you! I love you—"

He then jumped off the cliff.

Upon hearing this, Wayne finally realized that something was wrong.

This is just an enhanced version of that ridiculous, melodramatic story written by Lawrence!

You're wasting your sleep and meals on this thing, and you still want to use it to defeat the orchestra?

He remained silent.

The entire drama club was shrouded in silence.

"Ooh!"

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.

"Very good! It has expanded on many more details than my original story, and the overall feel is much more complete!"

Wayne glanced to the side.

Sure enough, only Lord Lawrence Maysfield could appreciate such a ridiculous plot.

The minister took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Although...although I also think this story is good, but...could we give it to the other members for further revisions?"

He tried his best to use very gentle words to express his idea of ​​changing the screenwriter.

"Hmph, of course it's not that simple!" Chris proudly raised her chin in the face of the crowd's lukewarm response.

"The prince did not die."

she says.

"—Because he is a magician."

He, who was capable of using magic, used it at the last moment to save his life from falling off the cliff.

however--

The commoner girl, with a look of astonishment in her eyes, fell to her death right in front of him.

In the end, the prince returned to the capital and married another noblewoman.

No one knew that he had experienced such a story.

……

"Hey! What kind of ending is this?!"

Wayne couldn't help but rant, "Writing a story like this would definitely get me beaten up by the audience!"

Damn it, isn't this just taking revenge on society?!

Seeing Wayne's contorted, pained expression, Chris smiled with satisfaction.

"Hmph... the show isn't over yet."

She began by saying, "That kind-hearted commoner girl was actually a spy sent by another country."

That crisp sound actually had a somewhat cold quality to it.

"From the moment the prince was ambushed and fell into the water, until he was rescued by the girl..."

"It's all just a play of mutual deception and revenge."

Chapter 168 I will try my best to love you a little more

The scene is rewound to that point.

Beside the prince who had fallen into the water and was unconscious.

—Should I kill him to complete my mission?

The beautiful girl hesitated.

But... he's so handsome.

Out of momentary pity, the girl fed him a slow-acting poison that had no antidote.

Soon after, the prince awoke and saw what the girl looked like.

She had only wanted to talk to such a handsome young man.

However, the prince said that he would definitely marry her in the future.

The girl felt both happy and sad.

Under his gentle care, she always succumbed, unable to escape the cage he had set up called love.

The prince, too, was tormented by that slow-acting poison, and his life gradually came to an end.

Even when she heard he was seriously ill and went to see him again, he only said:

If she were by my side, the illness I contracted simply from missing her would be cured.

Their encounter, which began with deception, led her to truly fall in love with this prince who possessed passionate feelings.

So she abandoned all distractions, wanting only to accompany the prince through the last part of his life.

But that gentle yet passionate prince—

But he betrayed her cruelly.

……

Even after leaving the academy, Wayne didn't know how to best evaluate the story.

Rather than a deeply moving love story, it's more like a satirical tale of mutual hurt.

The commoner girl thought the prince didn't know she was a spy, but in reality, the prince had already discovered it.

It all started with deception, but they ended up truly falling in love with each other, and then it ended in the most devastating betrayal and hurt.

The story concludes with the narration of the prince marrying another woman.

In the end, even though the prince successfully took revenge on the girl, he did not win.

It's not hard to imagine that his life, which was already nearing its end, will soon come to a close as well.

Moreover, he may never know until his death that the girl who had reached the end of her road was carrying his child.

...What a fucking idiot story this is.

Perhaps surprised by this sudden turn of events, no one present dared to voice any objection to the script.

Even the original creator, Lawrence, sat there blankly, as if he had been dumbfounded.

Even when Chris forcibly decided to play the prince and Tasia the commoner girl, no one expressed any dissatisfaction.

The two returned home.

At this time, the sun had not yet set.

Chris stretched her slender waist in relaxation, then lay face down on the sofa, feeling limp and soft.

Wayne followed her into the room and closed the door behind him.

It was the season of long days and short nights, and the afterglow of summer was still strong, with the evening glow carrying a hint of heat as it seeped into the room.

He walked over and sat down next to her.

Then, he extended his fingers and slowly slid them down from the back of her neck until they stopped at her slender waist.

The relatively thin uniform, made of fine materials, felt very smooth to the touch.

Chris groaned twice and squirmed uncomfortably.

As she struggled and thrashed about, I had a strange feeling as if I were pressing down on a fish.

"Why write a story like that..." he asked softly. "That can't even be considered a love story, can it?"

Chris rolled over and slapped away his malicious hand in an annoyed manner.

"Only in this way can we bring the audience an extremely shocking viewing experience."

She said, "Look, now you've forgotten the difference in status between the commoner and the prince, and your attention is completely drawn to the tragedy of the story itself, haven't you?"

Wayne was speechless.

“But this ending is just too hard to accept…” he murmured.

"Tragedy is precisely about showing people how something valuable is destroyed."

She said calmly, "Only tragedy can leave a deep impression on people and keep them tossing and turning at night."

“Besides—” She sat up and met Wayne’s eyes.

"Liar, you don't deserve love."

Wayne's pupils contracted sharply.

An awkward silence fell between the two.

He just stared at her blankly, his gaze deep.

He didn't ask her who she was referring to as the "liar" in her words.

In a sense, they were both liars.

Wayne felt as if the blood pumping from his heart had congealed. His body went numb in waves, making it difficult for him to react.

"I love you."

He suddenly said.

Chris stretched out her fingers, and a slightly cool sensation gently brushed against his cheek and a small patch of his neck.

"Even if you don't love me anymore, you can't back out now." A slight smile played on her lips.

Wayne's response was—

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pushed her down onto the sofa, and captured her soft lips with his.

"Ugh..." Under his intense onslaught, Chris's breathing became difficult.

Wayne loosened his grip on her a little and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

Chris closed her eyes, seemingly unwilling to answer.

He lowered his head again.

Beneath him, Chris gasped for breath.

For a long, long time, she covered his face and pushed him away a little bit with all her might.

“I don’t know,” she said.

Wayne's eyes dimmed.