The Villain's Sister - Chapter 89
After approaching the protagonists, saying I would change the original ending, the story jumped in unpredictable directions, moving far beyond the expected scope.
And now, Sunshine made an unimaginable proposal.
“You applied for protective custody.”
“How did you…”
The only people present during the conversation were the team leader, Tristan, and Johan… was it the team leader?
“Every organization plants at least one bug. Even if you enter protective custody, your location will soon be exposed, and you’ll be killed.”
Sunshine rested his chin on his hand as he continued speaking.
He gave off a distinctive scent rarely found in ordinary people.
A sharp, striking smell mixed with drugs, perfume, and body odor.
A massive explosion rang out somewhere in the building. My anxiety grew.
What was happening?
“No matter how well you hide, you can’t spend your whole life locked up in one place. So go to the place I’ve prepared. Only I will know your location, so it will be safer.”
“…Why are you making me such a proposal?”
“Because you’re Tristan’s girlfriend. Didn’t you introduce each other as lovers at that wedding?”
“What does Tristan have to do with you? If you’re trying to use him through me—”
“Don’t be mistaken. I’m using you because of Tristan. Hahaha. Of course, you’re also a very important target, so don’t be too disappointed.”
Beneath his round glasses, his drooping eyes curved gently.
His hair color, features, and aura were nothing alike, yet for some reason Tristan came to mind.
‘I’m scared…’
Suddenly his smile looked like that of a man gone insane, the kind who could be laughing one moment and then wrap his hands around my throat the next.
His voice, his manner—it all reeked of madness.
“I guess he didn’t want to tell his girlfriend Haha. It’s so amusing.”
“What… what is your relationship with Tristan?”
Sunshine chuckled as if he’d heard something funny.
“He’s my brother. My twin.”
The claim that Tristan and Sunshine were brothers was the most absurd joke I’d heard this year.
“He gave up on being brothers long ago, yet now he comes around bothering me. He should just work hard and pay off his loans.”
“So you’re after revenge.”
“That’s right. I want to disappear like smoke and mess with Tristan’s head. Right now, the only thing he has left is you.”
Though he had defined his brother’s life as loneliness, not a trace of pity appeared in his eyes.
“I have a younger sibling. Didn’t listen at all, so I beat him and sent him to boarding school.”
That “boarding school” his brother went to… turned out to be the central government’s underground prison.
A hero with a villain for a brother.
The city’s hero who had no choice but to send his own brother to prison.
No one else might understand what he felt when making that choice, but I did.
So sharp reproach slipped out.
“Do you know Tristan suffered because of you?”
“That’s why I warned him to stay out of my life. He ignored the warning, and now it’s time to pay the price. That’s why you need to disappear.”
“Screw you.”
Smiling as if it was all ridiculous, Sunshine spoke in a chilling voice, “Giselle. This isn’t a proposal, it’s a notification.”
“Have you forgotten who my brother is?”
“Looks like your brother never taught you. In this world, a notification means that if you don’t obey, you’ll suffer heavy losses in some form.”
Tap. Tap.
His forefinger poked my forehead.
It wasn’t forceful enough to push me back, just a light reminder of who was on top.
“Ah. Sorry. That was rude. I shouldn’t treat White Hands like that.”
My fingers curled reflexively.
I realized I was showing how tense I was.
I forced my voice into a casual tone of curiosity.
“White Hands? You’re saying I’m White Hands? What an honor.”
“People believe miracles only come to the good, so they don’t notice. But White Hands has never once healed a criminal. The only exception was Raphael. What do you think that means?”
A shiver ran through me, maybe from the cold wall pressing against my back.
Sunshine pulled a hand warmer from his pocket and held it out to me.
Like me, Sunshine’s body was trembling.
The classic symptom of a drug addict.
“All I want is a little cooperation. You’re a woman, and you’re White Hands. Promise me. I won’t treat you roughly.”
“……”
“But if you get out of line… there’s no choice. I’ll expose your identity and let the central government hunt Death Adder.”
“Stop spouting nonsense.”
“You trust the government? You know how many soldiers were discharged with ruined bodies? You’d make perfect propaganda. And those VIPs with sick bodies, too.”
When I didn’t take the hand warmer, he forcibly pressed it into my hand.
Despite the heat, my fingers grew cold.
“When you make up your mind, contact me here.”
Sunshine slipped a note with a phone number into my bag and left the room.
My stomach churned and nausea rose.
“Urk! Ugh!”
Covering my mouth, I bolted out of the room.
Pushing past people running toward the stairs, I ran to the bathroom.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
As I vomited into the toilet, someone spoke from outside.
“Deva? Deva, is that you?”
“…Liam?”
Flushing the toilet and wiping my mouth with tissue, I stepped out of the stall to see Liam, looking disheveled.
The moment he confirmed it was me, Liam threw his arms around me.
Sniffling, he poured out the worry he had been holding in.
“Deva, thank goodness you’re awake. You don’t know how worried I was.”
“Liam. Wait. I can’t breathe.”
“S-sorry.”
He let go, his eyes brimming with tears.
His face was haggard, thinner, as if he had suffered much during imprisonment.
“How did you get out? I heard someone broke in downstairs. Was it your men?”
“It was Big Bear. Mr. Raphael and Big Bear are fighting right now.”
“Big Bear? Raphael doesn’t have a weapon!”
And it wasn’t just Big Bear in the station.
There was also Sunshine, who had gone to prison because of Raphael.
I knew I wouldn’t be much help if I went down, but I wanted to see with my own eyes that Raphael was safe.
Reading me, Liam blocked my way. “Deva. Mr. Raphael will escape on his own. What matters is your safety. Raphael entrusted you to me.”
“Liam. You should run away quickly. But Raphael won’t. Raphael is going back to prison.”
“Deva! Mr. Raphael is your family!”
“Because he’s family, I have to take responsibility. He ended up like this because of me, so I have to put him in. If he’s left like this, he’ll surely be killed within a few years.”
When he sent his only brother to prison with the villains, how miserable must Tristan have been?
How much pain, how much sorrow?
And if Raphael ended up fighting Tristan and Johan with their lives on the line, how much would it hurt me?
If Raphael ended up dying again…
“Run away with me instead.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’ll hide you in a safe place first, then bring Mr. Raphael. The countryside is fine, abroad is fine too. We can live together where no one knows us. Then Mr. Raphael won’t need prison, and you won’t be in danger.”
Liam’s proposal was the future I had dreamed of ever since Raphael founded Death Adder.
It was a tempting offer, hard to refuse.
But Raphael would never leave the organization of his own will.
Last time, when I dragged him away without raising my voice, gave him pocket money and coaxed him, it had been half guilt, half persuasion, but he never yielded.
“Deva, please. Please…”
His pleading voice was wet with tears.
“Liam, you’re free now. Live however you want. Death Adder ends here, and also…”
“I love you.”
Liam’s tears fell thick. He quickly wiped them away, but the sobs couldn’t be hidden.
It was such an unexpected confession that my head spun.
I never imagined Liam looked at me like that.
“Deva. I’ve loved you for such a long time. I joined Death Adder because of you. I’ll protect you for life. I’ll take responsibility forever, so please… won’t you?”
When he reached out to grab me, I quickly pulled back.
His body shook violently with shock.
“I’m sorry.”
“…Is it because of that cop?”
“There’s nothing between Tristan and me.”
“Then is it that bastard Johan?”
“It’s not that either. This is my problem.”
Facing Liam’s hurt expression was painful.
I had trusted and relied on him, but to me he was like an older cousin, not a man.
Above all, I didn’t want a future with Liam.
‘We’ll forever live in the shadow of Death Adder.’
It was time to end everything.
Just as villains met miserable ends, neither Liam, a member of the organization, nor I, the sister of a villain, would have a happy ending.
As long as God existed, we would never get what we wanted.
“Liam. People will come. Go now. Quickly.”
When love and betrayal clash, it becomes eyes bloodshot with rage.
Under his resentful gaze, I felt endlessly small.
Liam swallowed his tears and left, and my legs gave out.
Thud.
Collapsing onto the bathroom floor, I pressed my burning eyes with my hands.
“I can’t stay like this. Don’t be weak.”
Slap.
I slapped both cheeks and stood up again.
Through the window, I saw fire trucks arriving.
I took off my heels and ran underground.
“You can’t go down there! Argh! My hand!”
“Stop that woman!”
“It’s Giselle Moltke! Hold her back!”
Some officers grabbed at me to stop me, but I shoved them aside, bit their hands, and forced my way down.
There, through the haze of smoke—
“Raphael—!”
Raphael, covered in blood, was aiming a gun at the collapsed Tristan.
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Torryy
I always felt that Liam was a bit sus. Somewhat makes me wonder if he’s the stalker, Cloak. But he can’t be at two places at one… or can he?? I mean, he does have that teleportation ability.