Masked Gala Revenge: I Play Games, Not Piano のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

This music gala wasn't open to the public.Each young woman wore a mask and entered the inner hall in order, according to the list, to perform and showcase their talents in hopes of gaining Emery's favor.I was number 24 on the list, right behind Evelyn.After noticing I had been inside for nearly 20 minutes, Evelyn began to panic.After all, she had been ushered out by Emery's assistant, Kevin Keenan, less than five minutes after her performance ended.Meanwhile, I—the sickly weakling despised by the entire family—had managed to stay inside that long.How could she not be jealous?Thus, she colluded with her long-time music instructor, Louisa Coleman, and accused me of plagiarizing her work.Mom, who always took Evelyn's side, didn't hesitate for a second before condemning me as guilty."Mom, you say I plagiarized Evelyn's work. But where's the evidence?" I looked at her calmly, my tone devoid of any discernible emotion.Mom froze for a moment, apparently surprised that I—wh

"You think you can just waltz in and demand to see the Fletcher family's surveillance footage?" Dad roared. "Have you not embarrassed yourself enough already?"As long as you admit your wrongdoing and crawl back to the countryside, I can bury this matter. But if you dare kick up a fuss, I'll make sure you can't survive in Baymouth!"It was this act again—they'd threaten and bribe in turns, all so Evelyn could keep her precious image intact.Unfortunately, I was no longer someone they could push around."Sorry, but I've already started a live stream." I waved my phone, the screen displaying a live stream interface. "Dear viewers, do you see this? This is the prestigious Burch family of Baymouth."The eldest daughter is falsely accused of plagiarism, and not only do the parents want to break her hands without bothering to find out the truth, but they don't even have the guts to check the surveillance footage. Grab your cups, this tea is fresh."The viewer count in the live stream r

While the commenters were having the time of their lives, I couldn't help but feel a little down.The identity I'd kept under wraps for so long was exposed in the end.But I didn't have time to dwell on it long, because Evelyn spoke up."Nadine, you play games? How come I've never heard you mention it?"Would I have dared? Ever since I was brought back home, Evelyn had used Mom and Dad's favoritism to boss me around in private.Whenever I performed slightly better than her, she'd find all sorts of ways to torment me—soaking my bedding, stuffing my food with stray hairs collected from who knows where.The worst time was when she stole the rabbit plushie Grandma had sewn for me before she passed. I begged her over and over to give it back, but the plushie was still reduced to a pile of shredded fabric.Not only did Mom and Dad refuse to scold her, but they instead blamed me for not keeping my own belongings safe.I knew that Evelyn only dared to treat me like this because of Mom

"How is this possible? You're clearly just a countryside brat with a heart condition," Mom said, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets."Surprised?" My gaze was razor-sharp. "You despised me for being born with a heart condition, treated me like damaged goods, and dumped me in the countryside, all while pouring your love into the supposedly healthy Evelyn."But what you didn't know is that I'd recovered from my heart condition long ago. If anything, it's your hearts that are rotten to the core. All these years, you've neglected me, tossing me a bit of living expenses only when you happened to remember."To survive, I'd long since built a life and purpose of my own through game boosting and strategy coaching gigs. When I needed you most, you abandoned me. So, now, you're no longer worthy of being my parents."Every word I spoke landed with weight and finality, and for the first time, a flicker of belated remorse crossed my parents' faces.What a pity that I no longer needed