The Villain Can't Lose

Right now I wanted to know why Mariabelle was so shy... I got the point that Rowen was scary to them and used to look down on both of them but couldn't they just notice that I was being nice to both of them now?

"Ro-Rowen, can we play alone?" Mariabelle stuttered.

Of course, they could, not like I wanted to play with them, but I was bored and had nothing to do at the moment, so I thought that spending more time with them might help, but now I thought that I was wrong.

The twins and this child here were feeling uncomfortable due to my presence.

'I shouldn't push it.'

"Why can't he stay?" Kayden interrupted, still looking down.

I guessed he was still shy but probably wanted me to be around him.

In my previous life, I didn't have an older or younger brother, to begin with, and I also didn't have a father... I understand how he felt.

Wanting to have someone from the same gender to be there and lead you in your life, to help you get up when you fall, to laugh and play with you... I also didn't have that, but maybe right now it was a sign from the universe that it was a good time to start everything over and be a figure for someone to look up to.

"I will stay," Kayden was right, why couldn't I stay? Technically, it was my house, so why was she so stubborn about it?

Without waiting for them to reply, I made myself comfortable on a chair.

The fluffy cushion felt quite good against my back. The tingling feeling gave me goosebumps and I wondered if it was due to the temperature or something else. It felt like someone had just pinched my skin, but I couldn't be sure.

"Alright," I said, trying to get some air in my lungs.

I quickly took a look around us, the high ceiling with its high arched windows.

The walls were lined with bookshelves and artwork.

The dark red colour mixed with rich browns and creams in the soft furnishings created an inviting atmosphere. It was a true home away from home, a little retreat where I would be able to relax after my day's work or at night before bed.

This room was simply amazing.

I didn't know what exactly it was for, but it felt good to stay here and I didn't have anything to do either, so why not bother the kids today?

"Stay then," without talking back, Mariabelle finally spoke and replied before turning her red cheeks away from me.

"Is she feeling warm...?" I thought, "Rowen, do you mind helping me with something?" Kayden asked me calmly.

Although I could see that he was still scared and aware of me, I could tell that Kayden wanted to get closer, and I was bored anyway, so why not...?

"Sure!" I replied while pushing my body forward with my arms and standing up.

I followed his little steps to the corner of the room where he took me next to a painting and picked up a brush. I looked at it with awe, but then remembered that my time was short and so did not hesitate to take it from him.

"You must be very careful," he faltered, "because you are not used to handling paint." His voice was soft as his hand gently guided mine but firm enough that I knew not to put too much on the brush, or too little.

He showed me how to make my strokes and gave me some advice about colour. But when he asked me what colours I liked best, I just pointed to them all and wanted him to choose for me.

Even though he was a six-year-old boy, he looked like a small genius, Kayden was actually talented.

Even with his eyes closed, he painted without hesitation; he had no idea what was coming out of the canvas in front of him.

But when I compared his work to other paintings by children who were older than me, I realised that his art was amazing and there was no way anyone could have done better than him.

I didn't want to start praising him immediately, as I still had to act like Rowen where nothing interested me and I didn't care about anyone but myself.

But this kid... I couldn't believe that he actually was this talented. I knew there was not much in the book about them, but the author could've mentioned that the twins had some kind of talent at the very least.

"You know, you actually aren't that scary," Kayden muttered under his breath as he continued painting.

I smiled widely but it quickly disappeared when I saw the door being opened and in came two guards, one of which carried an axe. As they walked past us, Kayden looked at me and whispered something in my ear, "they are here to pick up Lady Rawson," he explained.

My heart sank as I heard him utter that surname... I could feel my heart beat faster, *DUM* *DUMM* it felt heavy and painful as it pounded in my chest.

The loud noise of the beat made every other sound in the room completely disappear, and I noticed my breathing growing heavier.

Sweat immediately covered my hands and my body and cold shivers went down my skin from the body movements. The room needed some kind of ventilation because I felt suffocated and as if I was dying.

I tightened my jaw and clenched my fist, still hearing the loud noise of my heart beating so loud. The inhaling and exhaling of air was also getting faster and faster and I felt like my mouth would explode any moment now.

I knew that if I let it get out of control, I wouldn't be able to contain myself anymore, "Evelia Rawson..." I muttered, "this couldn't be..." A nervous laugh escaped from my lips.

I was frozen; I couldn't move, speak or even breathe properly. My muscles were tense, but I knew I had to keep calm, otherwise, I would screw things up.

Now her introduction of being a count's daughter made sense, the location as well as her dark shadow-like hair and blue eyes.

How she seemed to be so confident and dominant as a child, everything made sense now.

Evelia Rawson was none other than the sister of Doru Rawson.

DORU RAWASON was the main villain of the book!

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This poor author here wants your power stones. 🥲