Novel & Cerita A Villainess No More

It was almost entertaining. "Light punishment?" Serena tilted her head, her smile not reaching her eyes. "You're right. A villain like me should be thrown into the dungeon and tortured until my wolf howls for mercy, shouldn't I?" Julian flicked his sleeve dismissively. "At least you’re self-aware."

Her heart still thundered in her chest from the outburst of memories Nyx made her go through. She was no longer Carmen Wade, a woman of no consequence in her modern world. She was now, mysteriously, Daphne Vasquez. The tragic princess doomed to a life of obsession, misery, betrayal, and death by the sword at the hands of the man she fell in love with. The weight of that knowledge pressed down on her like an iron shroud. Everything was just so similar to her old life. Was that why Nyx picked this particular story? Was Nyx really on her side or did she just enjoy watching her suffer?

“The Dominican Republic is a small piece, but it’s a useful one. We have our men there. I’ll make sure they know about Marcellus’ little scheme.” “And then?” Keith asks, his tone curious. “And then we let him walk into his trap,” I say, a cold smile forming on my lips. Keith nods, clearly satisfied with my plan. I turn back to Nate. “Shut it off. We’ve heard enough.” Nate clicks a few buttons and the screen goes dark. The room feels quieter now. Keith looks at me. “Ally with other mafias?” he says, shaking his head. “Does he really think they will trust him?”

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

Deep down, Shanaya knew that her weakness was the source of their contempt, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her false friends poisoned her mind, whispering lies about Naina being the architect of her misery. Shanaya knew it was a deception, but her anger blinded her to the truth. She ran out of reasons to be good. Everyone labeled her a villainess, and Shanaya gradually embraced this identity. She transformed into a true villainess, never intending to harm Naina, but her fury consumed her. She sought to erase herself and her existence, believing that everyone would be happier without her. She knew that she was an unwanted character, a blight on the world.

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.

I would always love her. "What kind of a girl is she?" He asked me with his eyes closed and leaned back. "She is a good one. The one who stands up for herself and doesn't back down easily. She is a great person. Hard on the exterior but soft from the inside. When she is inside a room, her presence commands your attention. She is drop dead gorgeous. She knows how to fight her battles even when she is the one in the wrong." I smiled at that one remembering when Val and I had that fight on our first anniversary.

Suddenly, the world she had forged — a world built on theft, lies, and graft — felt perilously close to collapse. Outside, the carriage bearing Dacy rattled toward the palace jail. Inside, the woman who had once spun webs of shame and power sat small, cuffed, eyes still blazing with the promise of revenge. She would have time to think now — to plot or to break. Either way, she would not be the same. And in the palace, the wheels of justice had turned one uncertain, satisfying half-turn: a captured villain, a saved maid, and a princess who had refused to be a victim.