A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted Novelas e Histórias

Iliana sighed as she sat on the chair near the window sill , except for Chelsea's looks she didn't get anything not even her memory ; she didn't even knew in which arc she was, was she at the arc where the Fl was found or where she was humiliated by the ML? Iliana couldn't help but sigh in frustration why was she the chosen one? Was it because she pitied the villainess? Yes she did pitied Chelsea .But was that enough for her to be transmigrated here? All Right many might laugh at her for pitying the Villainess but Chelsea was infact quite pitiful. From the beginning till the end she could only act as a substitue . Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen;

"She's the female protagonist. She's supposed to be protected by the Narrative. How can she be dead?" John sighed. In a heavy voice, he replied, "You're too emotional, Terrence. There isn't an infinite amount of Narrative favor in this world. You've transferred most of Quinn's fates and opportunities to Yvonne. It's only natural that she's not protected by the Narrative anymore."

“I’m sorry. I can’t help you.” “How can that be?” Matthew yelled, thoroughly upset. “You must be able to do something! Stop being angry; I already said I would marry you!” Lester also put aside his pride to say to me politely, “Ms. Lilith, if you can cure Matt, the Ward family will pay you anything you want! We can give you money or shares or bring you into the family. As long as the Ward family can keep going, we will pay anything it takes!” I replied coldly, “There might have been a chance yesterday. But then, Matthew insisted on having Cynthia treat him and even allowed Cynthia to steal my tools. We’ve missed the last window of opportunity. You brought this on yourself, Matthew. You will

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

"You see, Estella, prison wasn't exactly part of my future plan. So I had to... improvise." Her smile turned evil. "Do you really think I would let myself rot away in a prison cell?" She shook her head like a disappointed teacher. "You see, I was allegedly dying. Cancer." She stepped closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Stage four, terminal illness... the perfect sob story. Judge had no choice but to grant me release on 'compassionate grounds.'" My stomach twisted as understanding dawned. This woman had faked terminal cancer to escape justice.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

"Excuse me, she is my patient, I have the right to talk to her" "Y-Yes I know but...there is this hmm, there is a situation, I am terminally ill, and all she wants is for me to seek medical help but I can't, I am done with a lot of chemos for the past years and now I am okay with this, I already accepted it" Hearing that suddenly makes me feel pissed, like what the hell is happening today? Why everyone does seem to give up on their life? "Can't you see it?"

She chuckled and took a sip. "Villains are meant to die so they could leave their happy ending." Good point. "We are the villains in this story, correct? We cause misery because we have been drowning in it. But villains are victims too. We just learn to fight for ourselves." I wanted to defend us but she was right. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Jane."

“I guess I can’t hide it from you any longer.” That was when he told me the truth. My mother-in-law was sick—she had advanced pancreatic cancer. The doctors said she didn’t have much time left, and she wanted to spend her final days with her son. Before leaving her hometown, she had learned about Lady Nefarious. “What you saw was me offering my flesh and blood. Lady Nefarious needs the blood of the closest relative to show our sincerity.” Jaden’s words convinced me. In fact, after hearing that, I even felt guilty for being harsh with my mother-in-law.