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"At least he won't be an empty soul anymore if he gets a new Innehavre." Frog started to shake and he hugged himself, rubbing his paws along his arms. "They will make a bigger villain then you are. You will have to sacrifice the one you have trusted and counted on and even come to love. Tear him apart in a ritual only you know. The Last Game, I believe it's called. And don't bother lying to a Fate, Nickel matters to you."

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

That man in the library wasn’t just trouble, he was a door, a path leading straight to His Majesty… and maybe to my own safety in this cold, haunted palace. Right there, I made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone use me as a pawn again. From now on, I would be the one moving the pieces. I didn’t need to be a white wolf, I didn’t need a wolf at all. I was going to be an omega who survived. And I wouldn’t just survive, I would play to win. I would become the villain they feared… and I would come out on top.

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

The man who destroyed me just destroyed himself to save me. "Why?" I finally ask. "Really. Why would you do this?" He stands. Walks to the window. Looks out at the city that's watching us both burn. "Because you're not the only one who can play games," he says quietly. "Because I'm tired of being the villain in this story. Because—" He turns to face me. "Because Night Six is mine to plan." I blink. "What?" "You've had five nights of revenge. Five nights of control. Five nights of making me pay." He walks toward me. "Night Six is mine. My rules. My plan. My turn to show you who I really am under all the corporate raider bullshit."

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. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.