Novel & Cerita A Useless Villain

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

I’m glad it didn’t go to waste. Ben slid his cold finger under my eyes and wiped the damp tears away. “I’m afraid this fragile heart of yours will be tainted in the aristocracy.” Ben has always been like a father to me in this world. He has always been looking out for me, and every time he speaks, my respect for him grows deeper and stronger. “Don’t worry. Just like I told you,” I looked straight in his eyes and smirked. “I’ll become the villainess the world will despise.”

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

Beneath all that charm, though, he was nothing but trash. Back then, she had been naïve enough to believe he was the kindest person alive. She followed him around like a lovesick puppy, letting even a single smile from him brighten her entire day. She never realized she was being used—manipulated—while his real affection was reserved for Liana Vale. To Victor, she had been nothing more than a convenient admirer, a boost to his ego. But today, the girl who had once chased him so desperately had ignored his calls and shut off her phone entirely. He was probably losing his mind.

I slapped her again. Harder this time. She screamed. "Ethan, please!" she begged. "Please stop! I'm sorry! I'll leave! I'll go away and you'll never see me again, I promise!" I slapped her a third time. Blood trickled from her split lip. "Who sent you?" I asked. Isabella looked confused through her tears. "What? No one sent me. I did this on my own. I swear, no one..." "Don't lie to me," I said. "Victoria Wellington had a benefactor. Someone who called themselves 'the Boss.' Someone who funded her entire operation against Serena. Was it you?"

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]