A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

"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.

another added. Carmen stepped into the ornate carriage with a knowing smile, Ipu and Keila taking their seats beside her. In the original story, Lady Daphne was infamous for her harsh demeanor-never smiling, never greeting anyone, and always treating those around her like trash and with cruelty. Her sudden shift in behavior was bound to raise eyebrows and spark whispers. But this was precisely Carmen's first step toward reshaping Daphne's identity.

"If you don't go to the hospital, the cancer will kill you in half a year. What else do you think you can do?" Her eyes were full of ridicule. "Or do you want to die in the Vauxhall family? If so, Millie will stay in the Vauxhall family. Do you think I will give her a good life?" "You..." I was pissed off by her words. Gritting my teeth, I glared at Sabrina and said, "A woman like you will never have a good end!" "The love of Finnley is my best choice." Sabrina had plotted for so many years, which was her ultimate goal. As for retribution, she was not afraid at all.

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.

Terry's voice rang over the phone. "Do you think I need money?" The bald man scoffed. Moments later, he spat out through gritted teeth, "You killed my family, so I'll give you a taste of the same agony. "Let's play a game. You can only choose one woman out of these two. The one you choose will be released while the abandoned one..." The bald man excitedly glanced at the metal cage. "She'll be fed to the dogs!" "Terry! Terry, pick me! Pick me! I'm your sister!" Michele immediately started shouting in panic.

Anna cried out loud, trying to get closer to Jackson. But she was only a five-year-old child, so the servants easily overpowered her. They picked her up and quickly carried her away. Serenity said with a sigh, "Are you still planning to terminate the adoption?" "There was never a legal adoption to begin with. It was just announced publicly. So-called termination is just another announcement," Jackson paused for a moment, then added, "Even if you object, I'll terminate the adoption." Serenity pursed her lips and said no more.

“There’s no way to heal the wound of the rejection given to a star wolf, Regina Donovan. Once the rejection is made, there is no going back. The wolf would die. As long as nothing could be done to save the Moon Goddess’ daughter all those millennia ago, nothing can be done now to save you. No powers in the heavens and here on earth, no works of medicine and not even the Moon Goddess herself. It’s a consequence and it’s what you are fated to face.” I yelled in anger as I crumbled to the ground. I had heard just enough. It was like announcing to someone that he had just months to live. I had a terminal illness within me, thanks to Lionel, and now I was bound to die for doing nothing at all! No

"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-"