I'm not a villain!

A little girl was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor, her fingers drumming on the blanket while her face held a thoughtful, concentrated expression.

The little blond girl had bandages all over her face, bruised by her beloved older brother. He had pushed him off the park slide. It was obvious that he had not been on purpose, but his strict father had not believed his words of defense since the boy always insisted on tormenting his younger sister. She herself knew it was not purposeful, but she did not defend the boy.

And it was after that fall that she remembered. She was in an otome game, more specifically in the game called " My Candy Love".

(This game really does exist, it's a browser game.)

I did not remember exactly how I had died and ended there or if I really had died, but I had to accept the reality, everything was too realistic to be a dream, so that everything indicated that she was in the game.

The game was quite popular in its past life, with more than 13 726 929 subscribers ... Well, that might not be exactly the actual number of players since it only had multiple accounts, one for each flirting. Of course she had her favorite flirting, but she could not resist tried the various other possible routes.

The little girl rose to the mirror in the door of her great pink wardrobe. She rested her hands on either side of the mirror staring at her own reflection. Blond hair and green eyes. She was Ambre, one of the main antagonists of the game.

She really had no interest in being a villain, it was very tiring, she much preferred to enjoy this second chance of living and would not waste it tormenting the poor the protagonist.

To begin with, improve the relationship between your brother and her. With the decision made of where to start his reflection in the mirror showed a determined look.

***

The little girl reached out to grab the doorknob and opened the door to her father's office, she could already hear her voice irritated and saw her brother crouched listening to the sermons.

"Stop, Daddy!" The little girl shouted "Do not hit him!"

She ran up to Francis grabbing her legs, she lifted her head looking at her dad with teary eyes. The angry expression on the man's face melted away, leaving only a look of tenderness.

"Ambre, you should be in your room resting dear!" Francis says stooping down to pick up the blonde in his lap.

"Do not hit Nath, he did not push Ambre." The little girl continues to dwell on the subject. "Ambre stumbled, Nath tried to get Ambre, but could not ..."

Francis stared at her daughter for a few seconds before looking at Nathaniel. He sighed.

"Nathaniel, you're free ... I hope you'll behave from now on ..." Francis says massaging his temples.

"Ambre has the best father in the world ..." The blonde smiles wiping the corners of her eyes.

The blonde lays a kiss on his father's cheek before he puts her on the floor. In an excited way the girl goes to her brother and pulls him out of the room by the hand. When finally out of the room the blonde looses a sigh of relief.

Nathaniel stared at her sister as if she had just seen an ET, she had never moved to defend him, of course he was almost always on the wrong side, but even so, she had never defended him.

Ambre turned to look at Nathaniel, who, even as twins, was taller than his sister. She gave a big, relieved smile.

"Saved!"