Novel & Cerita Am I The Villain

What if it was all an act and he was actually a ruthless tyrant, waiting for the right moment to show his true colours? My mind flashed back to the time he'd tricked Alpha Adrian into thinking that he was only taking me with him to punish me when in reality, all that had been an act. It was clear that that man could manipulate people into giving him what he wanted in no time and he sure could act according to what suited him at that moment. People like that were definitely not to be trifled with. I was taking a huge risk by trusting him in the first place. However, after all this, I was having second thoughts.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

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.

he says, making me sob once again, "Stop it, Isabella. You're not being very Ice Queen right now and you're an ugly crier. This is not what I signed up for." "I'm the worst," I just keep sobbing. Liam pulls me to his chest and hugs me, "You should kill me. I'm still unmarked and no one would investigate my death. Everyone would love it if I died, especially Alpha Theo." "Hey, stop that," he says, voice stern, "That's my role, I'm the suicidal one here. I won't kill you, the world needs a villain to hate and it's currently you. You are important."

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.

But the power I’d found here—power I’d carved out for myself—was mine to keep. And maybe, just maybe, so was Matteo. And if there was one thing I’d learned, it was this: the world would always cast me as the villain. So why not play the part—and win?

But I never thought he would drag me through the mud like this—turning me into a villain for the whole world to see. Liam placed my phone on his desk and reached for me, holding my face, his thumbs brushing away the last of my tears. “Amber,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay.” I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “You don’t understand, Liam.” My voice wavered as I gestured helplessly toward my phone on the desk. “People are tearing me apart online. They’re calling me a cheating whore. A liar. Dan has made me out to be the villain, and they’re eating it up.” My throat tightened again, the pressure in my chest building like a dam about to

"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."