I, the Wicked Woman of High Society: The Charming Marquis's Son Broke My Arm, so I'm Making Him Take Responsibility

I have always possessed a sharp instinct for reading the atmosphere around me. It is precisely this skill that led me to embrace the role of the villainess, willingly casting myself in darkness so my sister Marin could shine as the tragic heroine. This arrangement is not born of mere affection but necessity; if I fail to play my part convincingly, our father will punish me by withholding my food. To survive within the confines of high society, I must perfectly execute the script laid out before me. At a recent social gathering, Rio, the young lord of the Balgoa Marquisate, was in attendance. Following Marin’s specific instructions, I prepared to cause a scene by throwing wine on her dress, intending to throw the entire event into an uproar just as planned. However, the evening took an unexpected turn when the young lord seized me by the wrist. A sudden, sickening snap echoed through the air as my arm was broken. What was meant to be a calculated performance instead became a dramatic and painful encounter, sparking a twist of fate neither of us could have anticipated.