Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

Inside the Malhotra estate stood a grand mansion, home to the main residents of the Malhotra family, primarily Abhishek Malhotra and his sister.

At that particular moment, they were residing in their father's house following his recent passing.

The mansion was steeped in history, boasting various secret compartments and an oval structure crafted by the Malhotra ancestors, holding numerous hidden secrets.

A longstanding family tradition prohibited selling the estate, and both heirs understood its significance.

However, after their father's death, Abhishek found himself in a position of greater control.

"Sir, this is the document that requires both your signature and that of the young miss," announced a group of lawyers as they arrived, presenting a will from the head of the family, directing significant assets to Abhishek, who stood before it, intently reading through the pages.

Abhishek was struck by the revelation that the will allocated 80% of the property to his sister, despite the estate primarily consisting of a small hotel chain under his management.

Deep down, he resented the notion of sharing with his sister, especially since she had recently become disabled.

He was, in fact, searching for a suitable match for her—someone utterly reprehensible yet from a reputable family, ensuring that society wouldn't judge him for trying to rid himself of his sister while also attempting to seize control of the property.

"...Here," he muttered to himself, recognizing that there were still various aspects of their father's legacy that the family lawyers had yet to reveal.

Abhishek understood he was at a disadvantage, as he remained unaware of many secrets and hidden assets his father might have left behind through intricate conditions in another will.

Therefore, he reluctantly signed the document without protesting against the considerable share given to his sister.

"Now, we just need your sister's signature. Where is she?" inquired the senior lawyer, scanning the hall for her.

Abhishek's gaze narrowed, clearly incredulous; he couldn't believe that these inept lawyers were searching for his sister, whom he had intentionally harmed, resulting in her leg injury.

"She is not inside the house—" Abhishek replied, internally anxious at the thought of her refusal to sign the document.

If she failed to do so, she would forfeit her claim to the remaining 70% of the inheritance.

He suggested that the lawyers leave, asserting they could devise a plan to manage the situation and ultimately gain control of that 70% from her.

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"I am here," suddenly, a woman's voice resonated in the hallway, causing everyone's eyes to turn towards the entrance, where two women, one holding a wheelchair and the second seated in it, appeared to look in their direction.

"You..." Abhishek's face turned grim as he clenched his fists, frowning at the sight of her arriving at the wrong time.

Right now, he was able to just send the lawyers away and handle the situation.

But somehow, it was his bad luck that this woman had arrived.

"Oh, young miss, we were here to get your signature," one of the senior lawyers moved forward with a smile, as his narrowed gaze shared a secret glance with Akira, only understood by both of them.

As he nodded, all the lawyers moved towards her.

'Stop, you bastards!' Abhishek thought, seeing how these people were not even looking at him now that Akira had arrived.

He felt frustrated but couldn't do anything, given he was at a disadvantage, prompting him to simply take a seat on the sofa.

He folded his hands and closed his eyes, trying to control his anger from bursting out.

Unbeknownst to him, this was simply a ploy where only he was thinking that everything was under his control, but all the servants, maids, and everyone was looking intentionally towards him, with their eyes glancing in the direction of the real owner of this house, including the lawyers; everyone was on Akira's side, not giving a single ounce of respect to Abhishek, who was nothing but a pawn, used and could be disposed of anytime if needed.

"Dear young miss, you need to sign here."

The senior lawyer finally provided the document, which Akira took as she glanced towards it, acting as if she were reading.

While in truth, it was she who had prepared it to get rid of the small hotel business which was giving her problems, and given how well he knew Abhishek's personality, she had intentionally made her share more than his, clearly making him want to get his hands on it.

To be exact, it was a simple way for her to get rid of those businesses which would be a hassle for her to deal with in the future, like this small hotel group which wasn't earning much profit but required too much focus and workload.

So, she decided to dump it on Abhishek.

"....A-a hotel group?" Akira feigned confusion while reading the document.

She lifted her head to look towards Abhishek, who, hearing her trembling voice, formed a slow smile, opening his eyes as he understood that finally, his sister was starting to show her real potential, which was fear and nothing else.

After all, when their father was alive, he always favored Akira, praising her for all the achievements she had made, as if she were some genius and prodigy born in a thousand years.

But soon enough, after taking over following his father's death, he realized that his sister had become weak to his orders, completely dependent on him.

Understanding that this woman was weak-hearted, she needed praise from someone older than her.

So, he became a guardian, making her think the way he wanted her to think, even going so far as to orchestrate an accident where she didn't even doubt him, given how it was he who told her to drive the car whose brakes were already failing.

"Do you need any help, Akira?" Directing his gaze towards the woman seated in the wheelchair, Abhishek, with a quiet smile, narrowed his eyes, showing a glint as he could clearly see through his naïve sister, who wasn't even aware of the business done under the Malhotra group.

A naïve and weak woman, completely dependent on him.

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