Cross Dressing Villainess Cecilia Sylvie Mga Nobela at Kwento

She had no fear or remorse on her face, only smugness. “See?” Gianna said in a low voice. Her eyes shone with triumph. “All I need to do is say just one word, and Don Melville will take your firm and put it under my name. Everything you built, your connections, collectors, and reputation, is worth less to him than the dress I’m wearing tonight. Cecilia, you’re insane. You held Donna’s position for too long, and yet, in the end, you still lost.” Cecilia looked at her arrogant, triumphant face and smiled.

Three sisters from a southern ducal family who moved in practiced unison. Seraphina Velmere entered sixth, in robes of deep ivory embroidered at the collar and sleeves with her family's crest in gold thread, her pearl-and-gold cuff bracelet catching the torchlight, her composure so controlled it read almost as serenity. She moved to her designated position with the grace of someone who had spent her entire life learning to move through exactly this kind of room, and her eyes swept the assembled nobles with the calm assessment of someone who has also spent her entire life understanding that she belongs here.

From the side of her head to the beginning of her neck. "I have to say, you do know how to hide your scars. But that won't be for long because you're going to die anyway." Cecilia stood from her chair and circled her, stopping right behind her. Ellis tilted her when Cecilia caressed the sides of her burnt face. "You're twisted Cecilia. I'm even ashamed to call you my sister.! You're so despicable!" Ellise screamed at the top of her lungs. She was disgusted by the face of Cecilia. She was nothing but a woman with a thirst for power and controlling people.

It was perfect to knock out the victim at once. Cecilia took her potion, spotted Katrina and her guards heading for the throne one. She blew the substance into the air immediately. It went straight to the guards and knocked them out. Cecilia feels pleased. That's when she saw the crazy fellow. He had seen her. This was just part of her plan. She wanted him to. The fellow went out to tell Katrina what he had seen, but Luna got frightened by his approach, so she had to run. Cecilia loved how it was going. That's when she swung into action. Showing up like a hero. She tells Katrina the lies she has to offer, before the fellow turns into a werewolf to attack.

She recorded a video of Blake and sent it to a familiar number, with a voice message, "If you want her to live, tell me where Zach's will is within a minute. Otherwise, the fun begins." Cecilia, an expert in exploiting weaknesses, laughed arrogantly and watched Blake struggle in vain as the men tore off her clothes. Within minutes, Blake's face was bruised, blood trickling from her mouth. "Blake, I actually had a good impression of you, you know. If you'd chosen my side from the start, I could've given you anything, even Kevin or a deputy CEO position at Jardin Corporation," said Cecilia. Suddenly, one of the men shouted, "Urgh! You bit me! You're asking for it!"

“She’s the one who did this. Not us. She worked with the rogues. She let them into the palace. She gave them the plans of the pack house. She wanted Auren kidnapped. And I'm sure She wanted you dead, Ezekiel.” Gasps filled the room that instant. Cecilia's face turned red with anger and fear. “LIAR!” she screamed. “You're making this up! You're trying to cover for yourselves!” James shook his head slowly. “When the rogues attacked, they didn’t touch Cecilia. Not even once. She walked right through them like she was one of them. She didn’t fight. She didn’t try to save anyone. In fact,at the time she was nowhere to be found until I saw her with the rogues, Lydia saw her too, Auren did too.”

No--no, I know that smile---I know I’m not gonna like it! Before I could run away for the nth time, the maids unzipped my dress from behind and instantly pulled it down, revealing my bare naked body. “Kyaaaaaah!” I covered myself with my hands but Eunice and Joewella pulled them back and dragged me into the tub “Your Highness, come on! You have to cooperate with us.” Eunice scolded me like a big sister. Is this helping me? If this is it, then I don’t want it~! Ben! Evander! Mr. Spy! Christoph! Jerome! Help me! I’m dying!

"I know your loyalty to the King. Therefore, I believe you would willingly offer your life to cure my father’s illness." What?! I stood frozen. Cecilia rose gracefully from her seat. She wore a soft, pale yellow dress, gliding towards me like an elegant serpent. "Don't be afraid, Emilia. I need you to fetch a herb for my father. The process is dangerous but not entirely fatal." The cold fragrance enveloped me, her icy blue eyes locking onto my face. "This requires great courage, Emilia, and I believe you have it." Standing before me, Cecilia’s presence felt like the shadow of death, making me tremble uncontrollably. I sensed this would be a gamble with my life at stake.

"Don't think that because you're my wife, you can do as you please. I already told you that you need to be on your best behavior!" Ellen still held her cheeks, dumbfounded. A realization came to her mind. 'I forgot that he is Aleck Verro... He's a mafia boss who would not bat an eye if he killed someone...' 'Even me...' ... Race day. On a sunny Sunday, Cecilia wore a white mini fitted dress that perfectly hugged her body. Her slim and tall build was accentuated by her black strap heels. She then paired it with a black clutch that she crocheted in her free time.

“I’m only interested in your clothes, not your bodies.” Alex decided to act on his own to save time. In a few pulls, he grabbed the clothes from Cecilia. He wanted it because he had seen how her treasure clothes could release a shield of fire and an apparition of a phoenix would appear. It was mighty, acting as both protection and defense against the Novians’ secret weapon. Then, he noticed the tank top left on Cecilia. It looked like a treasure too. However, the cutting of this top was too provocative, making it seem nearly as sexy as a bikini.