I was reincarnated inside a novel. To make matters worse, I have a terminal illness—the same rare disease as the female lead. In the original story, the villain finds the cure for her. But the problem is, the story hasn’t even started yet.
‘By the time it begins, I’ll already be dead.’
So, Rowena decides to snap the villain out of his current state—since he’s living like a wreck—and force him to find the cure much earlier than planned.
And so…
“Hello, Duke. I’m from the Townsend Orphanage. My name is Rowena Whitfield, and I’m ten years old.” “……What?” “If you adopt me, I’ll run to the front door to greet you every time you come home.” “What on earth are you—” “And, I’ve really put a lot of thought into this part.” “What else?” “I’ll even give you a kiss goodnight before bed.”
I decided to become the villain’s family.
I successfully gained the villain’s patronage and even secured the position of his successor. My plan was simple: get the cure, hand over the title to my fiancé, and leave. That was supposed to be the end of it.
But why is everyone acting like this?
“You once said I was your favorite. Why are you taking it back now? Are you saying you don’t need someone like me anymore?”
“Sweetie, if you don’t like that guy, how about becoming my adopted daughter instead? I’ll give you my entire fortune.”
This family… why do they love me so much? Furthermore…
“You said you’d take responsibility for me, Rowena. But now you’re trying to leave?”
…And what is wrong with him?
“You promised you wouldn’t betray me. You said you were on my side.”
Why do these people shower me with so much love when I have nothing? Perhaps… is it okay for me to crave love, too?
