Crk Villains Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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!]

“We are men who apprehend criminals, wherever they hide. We take down their empires, leaving them desolate. Then we take them and whatever evidence we find back to Russia. Where the Council does the sentencing and the executions.” “But not with these guys?” Maverick asked. Viktor shook his head. “This is the one exception so far in the history of my particular team. They want them gone. Dead. Eradicated like the vermin they are. No trial. Bratva doesn’t want them to get away and form more.” He still looked enraged as all the men stared at him. However, the damage I told you that these men do to the women, is just when they have a standard job and no revenge was involved."

I sat beneath the golden light without saying a word and waited for death to arrive. Micah was forcibly pushed off the platform as the Supreme Court had reached its final stage and was about to announce the verdict. A cold, mechanical voice echoed through the hall, making everyone shudder. "Landon Schmidt fabricated evidence, committed countless murders, and committed treason. The final verdict is… guilty. His soul will be erased. No matter how many lifetimes pass, he will never be reborn in this nation. "Yvette Carter indirectly caused her mother's death. She extorted money, spread false accusations, and acted as an accomplice. The final verdict is… guilty. She's stripped of the right to be

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

What I hate more is the fact that I still want to please him after all he’s done. I walk into the council chambers with my head held high, like a Don. Who am I kidding? I feel like a homeless drunkard. Giuseppe sits at the head—where I should be sitting, because I am their Don—but who would dare say it? I don’t even have an interest in that chair. By his right and left are Marco and Luca, then a half-dozen capos sit around the long table. Then the door swings open, and today’s victims file in. Don Vito Caruso and his nephews. They have this high-and-mighty stance, and it almost makes me laugh that they believe my father, Giuseppe Vescari, would invite them over for a peace talk.