Novel & Cerita I Am The Rising Villain

If you’ll attend her show. Of course. Of course they’d figured it out. The narrative was already forming. I could see it: Billionaire CEO’s discarded wife rises from ashes to build fashion empire. The wronged woman. The phoenix. The revenge story everyone loved. And I’d be cast as the villain. The man who threw away a diamond to chase after glass. Another text. Vivian this time. **Vivian:** *Just saw something interesting. Call me.* I called. She answered immediately.

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.

"Annabeth, please don't hit me. I won't tell Mom. Please. I'll give you all my money. Don't hit me. Don't burn me. I'm scared…" As she moved, Yvette accidentally exposed the burn scar on the right side of her face. It was grotesque and horrifying. The viewers caught it instantly, and the comments section went wild. "Does Annabeth have some kind of sick kink?" "Is she threatening her? Yvette looks like she's been abused since childhood." "Is she trying to scare both of them into backing down?" "No way! They can't back out now. Take it to the Supreme Court. Go all the way. Annabeth deserves to die!"

He wiped his face with the back of his trembling hand, then forced his shoulders back, matching my cold energy with his stubborn determination. "Let her hate me," he whispered, his jaw tightening as he drew his own line in the sand. "It doesn't matter anymore. I know what I did. I know I'm the villain now. But I am not backing down, Alistair. I am going to take Isla away from you. And next time, you will not be able to stop me.”

I'm currently ready to make a plan to get my company and have a lot of time with my son. I heard that Raven got high rates because of how good a leader he was and that he has an excellent life. They even show how his family bonding, how fucking lame. They completely forgot about me who disappeared for four years. They didn't remember me anymore so I will show up when everything is done. I'm going to ruined them, I'm going to make chaos so they can't stand up anymore. They made an smart person like me as a villain. Then let's show them how a beast fangs will bite them until they disappear.

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.

She muttered not ready for any bad news. "Host, you really need what I have to say for your Mission" AI3 persuaded her to listen. "What is it?" Rose felt like whatever it is she will hear it sooner or later, so it's better to he mentally prepared. "What I want to say is that, In this world the lord god is the Villian. He is Blackened and Dangerous. Not only that you are bound to the plot of this world, things will happen even if you don't want them to happen " AI3 explained everything to her.

"I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back." "No," I said, pulling back to look at him. "That’s what he wants. He wants you to be the violent, unstable boy the papers are describing. We have to play this differently." I looked at the shattered glass on the floor, the shards catching the light. I was a red-flag woman now, according to the world. A fallen woman. Fine. If they wanted a villain, I would give them one. But I wouldn't be Victor’s trophy, and I wouldn't be Seven’s victim.

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.”

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.