El Villano Del Destino นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This time, my rival had sent his own younger brother. "Please... don't hurt me. I'll disappear. I won't say a word," he begged through tears. I looked at him without interest, begging rarely changed anything. It certainly wouldn't change this. I gave a small wave, and my bodyguards grabbed him, preparing to tie him up. "Please! There's... there's a bomb in the hotel... and around the area." A bomb? I underestimated them. "Who planted it?" "Pierre Antonio." Pierre... I'd never met the man before. At this point, I wasn't even sure who my real rival was anymore. I gave him a cold stare, he swallowed hard.

"Every stone of this villa was bought with the lives of people my father destroyed. Every time I look at that water, I don't see a beautiful lake. I see a graveyard. And one day, Mr. Rossi... I am going to make sure this entire estate burns to the ground and slides directly into that water." Dante stood perfectly still, his mind reeling as he processed the sheer weight of the malice radiating from her. This wasn't the speech of a helpless captive. This was the vow of an executioner. For a split second, he saw a reflection of his own twelve-year-old self in her rage—the same absolute, uncompromising desire for total annihilation. He forced his mask of robotic detachment back into place. "Thos

Her wolf was taking control. The prostitute whimpered as the guards helped her off the ground and out of the room, shutting the door behind themselves this time. Their boss’ plan had worked, their job was done, and they went back to just securing the door. Angelo did not make a move or show any expression on his face. “I knew my plan would work. I knew that your selfish, possessive wolf would not stand the smell of another bodily fluid on my body,” he said confidently with a smirk on his face.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"I maybe bedded a lot of women, but I am Ildefonso and I can only marry one woman. You own that ring the moment I gave it to you until your last breath. That means, you will be my wife until your last breath" He's wrong. This ring on my finger doesn't mean anything to me. This is just an ordinary ring that I can throw after this mission. This is not a thread of fate and will never be. Sain Czar Ildefonso is just one of those people I met and end up dying afterwards. Because I am not his wife to begin with, I am not the real Selena Asli Castania. I am Herravie Costello, his enemy, the assassin who was assigned to kill him.

He gave me one last worried glance before exiting the room, leaving me alone with the infuriated Don. My heart raced in my chest, thumping so loud I feared the Don would hear it. His gaze bore into mine, igniting an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and another feeling I didn’t quite understand. His predatory grey eyes seemed to lock me in. He took a step closer, his voice dripping with venom. "Do you have any idea who I am, Elena?" still pointing the gun at me. I could only nod. "I am Don Luciano Vitello," he declared with authority, his eyes locked onto mine. "And I demand absolute obedience from those who work for me."

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

It must have taken a long time to pull everything. On the back of his mind, he thanked he did not brought Maridelle with them. “I remember the two of you. You hurt my twin and abducted my luna. I’ll take my revenge.” His voice is shroudded in anger. Everything is flashed on his memory. He won’t miss the chance. The revenge is his. “We will see,” Viller challenged them. “Two are down. Two more to go.” Viller has captured Beta Mellow and Sebastian awhile ago. He got his hands itchy of ending them in an instant; however, they are part of the bigger plan and Hodor will kill him if he will mess everything.

Oliver Valenti—who looked more suited to sipping champagne in Paris than sitting in a mafia bunker. “Victor.” Piero opened first. “One woman. Just one. And twelve teams aren’t enough? For fifteen years we believed that sin was buried.” Victor swirled his whisky. A lazy motion that radiated menace. “She’s no ordinary target. Trained. Hidden by professional hands.” “Or perhaps,” Elthario offered with a venomous smile, “she’s simply a ghost you’ve nursed from your own guilt.” “She’s real.” Victor’s gaze ignited a cold fire. Elthario fell silent.