Novel & Cerita False Protagonist

“You know, I have gotten a better idea. Why don’t you let me go? We can reset everything again, and this time I wouldn’t be interfering. Don’t you want your parents back as well? After all, both of them didn’t deserve to die so young. The two of us will be on our own respective path.” Mock was clearly written on Seraphine’s face as she stared at the imposter. There was no way that the beast thought she would be buying this. Did it look as if Seraphine had lost her mind? Why in the world would Seraphine choose to trust this treacherous beast? Moreover, this wasn’t the first time he had made promise. The result was always the same. He broke them all. “Do I look like a fool to you?” Seraphine r

-"Ι know that you are very responsible and you take your job very seriously. But I also know that you didn't need to do this. You confronted your most loyal members for me and for that I cannot be more grateful" Although her words seemed wonderful and warmed my heart, I had my doubts as to whether they were true and genuine. Does she tell me the truth? Does she really feel grateful for my support yesterday? Or is it another trick of Nicolas and hers to fool me? Several thoughts flooded my mind before I could be able to reply to her. -"I think you are exaggerating. Like I said, I did nothing more or less than any other Alpha would do if they were in my position " Ι told her trying to look ind

I made up my mind to say my words properly even though I was in tears. He shook his head. "You misunderstood the situation, Amanda. Please allow me to explain and please listen to what I have to say before you jump into conclusion. First of all, my character is not fake, I don't disguise myself just to be liked by people. I am authentic,” said Hunter. If only he could hear what he was saying now — oh wait, he could hear it but Hunter was making his deception work even more even though he was caught in the act. “I don't have a child yet—”

To think that she had been accusing the man in front of her of being callous, ruthless, and manipulative when the real culprit for her misfortune was another person. You really can not judge people by appearances alone. Look at her boss and now owner Nico Bernardi. He was so quick to lay on the table what he wanted from her in exchange for his help. She thought him ruthless and despicable by being vocal about his wants. As it turned out, he was just upfront about what he wanted compared to the manipulation she suffered from Don Marco Bonacci. She was taken in by the show of kindness. Turns out it was fake. It was clear how you can not trust people these days. People wear masks. What you s

His lips twitched into something grotesque. “I taught her to stop being soft. I taught her to survive me.” The sheer vileness of it made my chest burn. But there was something else there too. He believed this. Every word. He had convinced himself of this narrative for such a long time that he believed it was reality. “You're not the protagonist in her narrative,” I stated coldly. “You're the enclosure she escaped from.” Adrian clinched his teeth, losing his poise. He held on to his illusion as if it were a buoy, even if his hands shook the cord that connected them.

"You are a fool, little girl. Aren't you?" "To have the audacity to ask both mother and daughter for marriage!" "I mean no harm. I just wanted to protect you." "I see. Thank you for your kind intentions." "The fact that Claude was hiding you all this time, means he didn't want the Round Table to protect you from him. He's no better than Jack Black I assure you." "Thank you for sharing your thoughts " "Flora be a bit more serious! That man was a mercenary. He killed hundreds of people in cold blood! He is worst than Jack and you want to take him as a husband?! Plus, I bet you know about his mental illness."

He took the last remaining valuables from the Moore family villa–antiques, jewelry, even all the cash gifts from the wedding–and vanished without a trace. Christine completely broke down. Like a madwoman, she searched for him everywhere, but could not even find a shadow of him. Every day she drowned herself in alcohol, numbing her mind until she passed out beneath highway overpasses. Even the floating comments were stunned. [Holy sh*t, this is your fake-heir male lead? His character setup completely collapsed.] [Can't even call him the male lead anymore. The so-called supporting male character is the real protagonist now. Whoever he chooses becomes the female lead.]

A powerful and elusive figure emerged from the shadows, determined to bring us down and sabotage our efforts. This mysterious adversary, known only as "The Puppeteer," seemed to possess an uncanny ability to manipulate events and individuals to serve their nefarious agenda. They operated with ruthless precision, pulling the strings behind closed doors, orchestrating a web of deception and sabotage. The Puppeteer's actions were not confined to mere threats or attacks on our reputation. They began targeting our allies, sabotaging our projects, and even orchestrating false evidence to discredit our work. It became clear that they were willing to go to any lengths to ensure their grip on power r

“Now JK. Who do you think is Alice?” Now ask him about the main protagonist, while she wanted him to think and realize that she is the real antagonist among the pool of turn villains that holds the darkness in this light and world that they are running from deep within. But JK stayed quiet with his mind which is somewhat torn between believing and not. Admitting the facts that he couldn’t just give in, knowing that he gave too much of his trust. “I see.”

I ask. Alexandra hesitates. I’ve known her long enough to recognize that pause. It means she’s deciding how much truth I can handle. “He’s reframing the narrative,” she says. “From victim to architect. He’s already seeding doubt—suggesting you weren’t just exposing corruption, but manipulating it.” My stomach tightens. “That’s ridiculous.” “Truth doesn’t need to be logical to be believed,” Alexandra replies. “It just needs repetition.” I pace the room, anger coiling tight in my chest. “So what—now I’m the villain?”