My Villain’s Lucky Days Late in Life

I transmigrated into the fake daughter of a duke's family.

"Live like a mouse. If you bring shame to the family name, I'll tear you apart."

The fake daughter brought in to ward off the curse on the true daughter was a troublemaker, and the family's reputation was already beyond saving.

Let's not bother. It's a place I'll escape from within eight years anyway.

I should just earn as much escape money as possible. But...

"You're the one who's bad, so why do I keep feeling like this?"

"I told you not to bring shame to the family. Who said you could get hurt so embarrassingly and stay this long?"

"The rightful owner of the name Ophelia has, without a doubt, become you."

Why are they acting like this right when it's time for me to leave?

Besides, weren't these people supposed to live out their lives with the true daughter?

'Why is my latter-life luck so bad?'

* * *

"My eyes are unpleasant, aren't they. They're black..."

I blankly looked down at the black-haired child, who was still so young, the hidden mastermind.

'Unpleasant?'

Eyes with jet-black brilliance.

Eyes like a flowing river.

Eyes so expansive and clear they could feed all living beings.

Even in rags, even looking like a beggar, he could not hide the brilliance of those eyes.

'He has the face of an emperor.'

And moreover... his latter-life luck was absurdly good.

Good enough that I wouldn't mind staking my entire life on it.