Novel & Cerita A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted

Whatever decision they decided to take over this issue would determine the future of their grandchild. She was not evil, far from it. Even if they refused to grant what was left of her payment and chose to raise the child themselves, she would not hold it against them. However, should they refuse to accept the child. . . she would be forced to make the difficult decision of terminating the pregnancy.

“Her name was Lily. She was brought in from a shelter in Ohio. No family. No ID. They gave her the first injection on a Tuesday.” I close my eyes. “By Friday, her body was rejecting itself. Bone density spikes. Tumor-like swelling in her lymph nodes. Her screams…” I stop. My throat locks. “They let her die. They recorded it. Labeled it ‘Data Point 47.4: Terminal Response.’” A woman in the jury pool wipes a tear. Farrow’s voice softens. “Thank you, Sophia.” She steps back. Denton’s lawyer rises. He’s sleek. Reptilian. The kind of man who’s been paid too much to be human anymore.

I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead. Although I drank the pesticide, I thought the character's ending would still be the same. However, I was wrong. I did not die. The pesticide seller, Terry Powell, had diluted the pesticide with water to make more profit. He even came to visit me, carrying a basket of fruit. He clutched his chest as he said, "Oh, thank goodness, I was greedy and diluted it with water! Otherwise, I'd be paying with my life right now." Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried.

“Wow, Valen. You didn’t tell me she was this dramatic. We’ve got a charity case with acting skills!” He chuckled with her. “Must be something the coma woke up in her.” The words sliced into me like a serrated blade. Vanessa tilted her head, her voice thick with venom. “Sorry, sweetheart. This isn’t Hollywood, and even if it was...” She eyed me slowly, from my hair down to my feet. “you'd never get the role. You know why? It's because they don't cast mental patients in love stories.” Valen smirked, satisfied by what she said. She looked at him and smirked back.

Her eyes were full of regrets, fear, and desperation. “I-I’m dying. I have a terminal illness, So, please. Just let me be with our son. I missed him so much. I want to be with him before I die, please…” Terminal illness? She was wearing make up, and I couldn’t really tell from her face. But she’s skinny. Yes, she is. But not too much to the point that she would look terminally ill. The crowd gasped and started whispering. I don’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to believe her words. I was manipulated before, so it’s so hard for me to trust someone’s word.

If death was inevitable anyway, she refused to let the vicious people in front of her continue living carefree lives. Although Vanessa was the daughter of a wealthy family and lacked physical strength due to little exercise, Elowen had suffered abuse for a long time and had not been eating properly. On top of that, Vanessa had a group of followers helping her, so Elowen was quickly overwhelmed and beaten from all sides. Even so, her hand stayed clenched tightly in Vanessa’s hair, refusing to let go, and Vanessa’s screams echoed throughout the hall. "You bitch, let go of me! If you don’t, I’ll kill you!"

The comments erupted again. [That’s the villainess. What is she doing here?] [We’re doomed. She’s definitely going to help her get the abortion. After all, the female lead only gets into the Cooper family because of those kids.] [The plot’s completely falling apart. There’s no saving this story now.] I stared blankly at the woman they called the villainess. Was she really that cruel? In the original story, she was the male lead’s childhood friend, the girl who had grown up beside him, and the one bound to him by an arranged engagement.

Reaches for her robes. Whatever this is — these fragments, these deaths, this sentence written into her soul before she was born — she will not spend another seventeen years simply enduring it. The clan elders have decided this will be the year she sees the outside world. Her debut. The great revealing. The Hidden Daughter of Vaelith, finally presented to a world that has mostly stopped believing she exists. She pulls her collar straight. Adjusts the silver clasp at her shoulder. Catches her own reflection in the dark window glass — pale and still and, in the absence of careful expression, briefly, terribly tired.

Nerien stood by the entrance of his hut, staring down at me with those cold, unreadable eyes. I really wanted to pluck them out, but I’m just a villainess in this fucking book. I’m a villainess. I was supposed to have something or someone backing me, right? I was drawn out of my thoughts by the whispers surrounding me. "Lucky her, she came out alive." "How I wish she died," A little child even said. "Mummy, I thought you said I wouldn't have to see this wicked woman again. You said she would die." "She will, soon, honey," the mother whispered back.