Am I The Villain Novels & Stories

Very personal. One of the marketing executives spoke up. “So whoever did this isn’t attacking the company. They’re attacking Mr Voss.” Several heads nodded as I rubbed my chin.“That means our suspect list becomes smaller.” “Victor Kane,” someone immediately said and half the room agreed instantly. I wasn’t surprised because Victor had become everyone’s favorite villain and admittedly, he had earned that reputation. One of the AI specialists frowned. “Could be.” “Could be?” another employee asked. “What other explanation is there?” The AI specialists asked then leaned back. “Victor likes legal battles.”

I wasn’t sure I trusted it. Victor’s hands shook. “You’ll regret this,” he hissed. “Possibly,” I said. “But not as much as you’re going to regret underestimating me twice.” Lena finally found her voice. “You’re turning him against us,” she said, eyes bright with angry tears. “You’ve always been so good at that—playing the victim, making everyone think we’re the villains.” I laughed. It sounded strange and sharp in the echoing room. “If you didn’t want to look like villains,” I said, “you probably shouldn’t have tried to kill me. Repeatedly.”

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

To hear her talk like I was the enemy. She didn’t answer, but I saw the hesitation in her eyes, the way she looked away. “You don’t get to decide who the villain is, Isadora,” I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Not when your own father is the one who set you up for this.” She froze.

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.

“Tell me, Izana, do you think of me as a villain too?” “Who told you that you’re a villain?” Izana’s voice sharpened. Realizing that he was scaring after seeing her flinch, his gentle voice came back and there was a hint of apology in it: “Whoever said that, they are the villain. They can prosecute you as if they are standing in the high ground. They don’t know what you’ve been through. You are a strong sweet girl who still gives sunshine to others even when darkness tried their hardest to cling to you. They just don’t know you…”

Our home was a legal fiction. James arrived within the hour, his face grim. He read the motion, his jaw tightening. “This is Volker,” he said. “She’s a shark. This is… aggressively constructed.” He looked at me. “They’ve made you the villain, Maya. The unstable mother led astray. Liam is the corrupting influence. Daniel is the concerned, wronged father.” “What do we do?” The question was a plea.

What kind of love uses rope to keep you close? Maybe I saw him through rose-tinted glasses. I ignored all the red flags, warning signs, and weird family dynamics because I was newly divorced and desperate for help getting revenge on Martin and his mistress. People always talk about villains as if you can spot them in a crowd. But the truth is, the worst ones are the ones who believe they are doing the right thing—the ones who call it love when it’s really control. And that’s what William is to me now—a man with good intentions and dangerous capabilities.

"If you come, then you will not come." “Thinking about it, again and again, I still feel sad for the female villain, now that I intentionally help the female villain, what should I do? And if I don't help the female villain, I feel something weird." “Never mind. Take care of yourself first.” Phedra Elizabeth denies responsibility for the character. The male lead holds her in his arms. "Let's go back."