Demencia Villainous Novels & Stories

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

I left out the part where Carlos caught me and the way Luciano had looked at me afterward, like he already knew I was lying and was simply choosing when to use it. Hugh was silent for a long time after I finished. “You’re sure it was her?” “I’m sure.” “And the third man?” “I’ve never seen him before in my life.” I heard him exhale. “Send me the photo. Carefully. No cloud, nothing that can be traced back to the mansion. Use the old method.” “I will.” Another pause. Longer this time. “Vincent… this is getting dangerous. You’re in Luciano Volkov’s house, digging through his private files about your mother. Do you understand what that looks like from his side?”

“The only one being delusional here is you. You’re the skank thinking she’s been chosen. You have nothing to offer him other than your used body. What could you do for him if he encounters trouble in the mafia? What can you do to aid him with the current war? Marrying me would guarantee the defeat of the Bratva but what about you? The only thing you can do is warm his bed.” Her words cut deep into me, hurting because regardless of how harsh they were, there was an element of truth in them. What could I offer to Demetrio? I only had my love and like Valentina has so crudely put– my body. She stepped closer, leaning in until her lips were a few inches from my ear. “You’re useless to him.” She

There is no point in waiting for miracle and that something finally good happens to a person after struggling and facing a lot of hurdles in their life. But Damion was never like that. His past incidents and some unknown reasons was responsible for his rudeness and behaviour like this. Damion knew that Henry, the person in his sixties, was suffering from Alzheimer disease and with time he forgot the incidents that happened in his life. But Damion never treated him like a sick person or showed his sympathy to him. Even after knowing that how dangerous Henry could be to him at times due to his sudden memory loss he never dismissed him from his work.

He remembered. Of all the things Damien Vance was ruthless billionaire, tactical mastermind, terrifyingly observant captorI had somehow underestimated his memory for retaliation. That impulsive kiss from days ago, a desperate, sudden spark born in the quiet shadows of the library to throw him off balance, hadn't been swept under the rug. It had been logged, cataloged, and filed away in his mind like an uncollected debt waiting to be settled.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

On the other side, Gerard was happy that he can finally achieve that women, and then he will punish her that bad that she will regret slapping him. "Bring different women tonight" he told his assistant. "Yes sir" and he went away. Gerard was spending his nights with different women each day, but the thought of her lips was making him crazy and he still couldn't get over it. He was impatient, he never had to wait this much for anything in his life. And now it was hard for him but he thought that the prize was worth it. His evil mind suggested him that he should marry her, as she will arrive, so no one can take her back, not even her father. He ordered his assistant to make the documents ready

she shouted, her cheeks blazing in embarrassment while keeping her hand on the end of the towel to keep it from falling out. “You’re my wife. I’m entitled.” “No, I’m not. I’m still not convinced. Let’s go for another second opinion.” “I already did. Ten hospitals gave me the same results. Is it too hard to accept that you’re Devon?” “Yes, of course, Mr. Evil Man!” She picked up the bathrobe on the floor and wore it. “What did you just call me?” he cried standing up. “You’re Mr. Evil Man because you’re one. I don’t remember anything so I’m not her. I will only be Devon Farrows if I have her memories. So, given my lack of proper mental recall, tell me things about you and myself.”

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!