A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The servant quickly ran out from my room, the door opened again and Felicity came in. "You know all these that you are doing won't help you at all. You haven't been eating unless tied up and forced, you haven't been studying either. Do you really want to see those kids or do you want to die? Because trust me, if you keep these then you'll definitely die and become a ghost inside this room." "Why? Why aren't you bringing them to me? You aren't even letting me out of this room either. Why do you hate me so much? I didn't beg you to adopt me, why do you have to take away my own kids?" I screamed crying at the same time.

Not knowing that all of it was an evil plot. 'Euw... it’s disgusting when I remember that I used to have a nerve battle with Lady Eden for the Crown Princess’s position. If I knew what a jerk Hayden was, it might be better if I gave in to her,' But the rice has become porridge. 'Well, if I can't die in this world, should I just become a villainess as they claimed me to be? After all, it's not that hard to become a villainess,”

“B-But—” "I told you that I don't kill people because I recognized that each of us has a unique story to tell. Not all villains choose to be what they are by birth. Perhaps they are simply a victim of this brutal world. However, if your employer attempts to interfere with me, I will not hesitate to kill him." Ace is never out of Val's sight. "I wished to assist you. You also have the option to murder me when I release you. However, would such devastation alter this terrible world?”

Alpha Adrian looked surprised at Alpha Evan's words if his raised eyebrows were anything to go by. "She is not for sale," he finally said. I knew I wasn't. They hated me too much to let me go. Let alone to a pack where slaves were treated nicely from what I could gather. "Why not?" "She simply isn't. Now, I believe this nonsense has gone on for long enough. Let's all get back to partying," Alpha Adrian announced, pretty much ending the discussion.

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

The doctor said her adoptive mother needed to go into the OR or she'd die on the spot. Andrey looked over at the laid-back man on the couch, knowing she had no other choice. She couldn't just let her adoptive mother die. She put down the phone and started unbuttoning her shirt. She walked towards the man on the couch, butt-n*ked - "I agree to your terms, so long as you pay the hospital bill ASAP." After saying that, Andrey bit the man's lip and Liam smelled the scents of cinnamon, citrus, and mint, making his wolf restless!

Feeling defeated, she slowly sank onto the couch. "How could this be?" she muttered to herself. "Why is it like this? B-But the last time I received this kind of message, she was the one who… Does that mean that Matilda didn't hire those men?" Mom had many doubts, yet she still condemned me to death over a single text. But why didn't she ever question her precious adopted daughter, Charlene? Charlene, who had died in our past lives, was the daughter of the fallen comrades who had sacrificed themselves to protect Mom.

"Give up my studio? Hand over my violin? Let's see… what else do I have that you can offer her?" Her voice sharpened with bitter sarcasm. "Oh, I've got it. Next, you'll come for my life. After all, she's terminally ill and doesn't have much time left, while I'm perfectly healthy." Her eyes gleamed like blades under the moonlight. "So why not kill me now, before I have time to defend myself? Take my life. Otherwise, when her condition worsens again, you'll blame me for cursing her!" The moon reflected in her eyes, casting a sheen of unshed tears.

"What is it about?" "You wanted me to watch her die?" Her voice cracked. "She was in that bed. He had a pillow over her face and she fought him with a needle and a torn IV line because she had nothing else left." Her voice dropped lower. "Nothing else because we made sure of that. We took everything and she got off that bed and helped me anyway." She swallows the thick lump forming in her throat. "After all of it. After every single thing." Vivienne sighed. "That's very noble of her and all but it doesn't change that we need to get rid of her. Do you want her to take your father-"

"That's all for now. You may leave me." The two maids exchanged uncertain glances before curtsying and turning to exit the room. "Wait!" Carmen's voice rang out, stopping them in their tracks. Both Ipu and Keila froze mid-step, glancing back at her with wide, questioning eyes. "If this is my life now..." Carmen thought, her hands curling into her fists, then I refuse to live it as pathetically as Daphne did. She can't be bounced to a fate she didn't act. The cruel fate of Lady Daphne. Her obsessive love for Lord Michael, her doomed marriage, the betrayal, the misery, and the cold, brutal death at his hands-it all felt unbearably close.