I Became A Sitter For The Obsessive Villains Novels & Stories

Vivian wasn't just a participant; she was the director, the writer, and the lead troll. "So she's not just a stalker, she's a sociopath?" "God, even a jumbo-sized trash bag can't hold this much garbage." "How do you attack the legal wife while playing the victim? Does she live in a different reality?" Inside her bedroom, Vivian watched her follower count go into a freefall. Ten thousand. Fifty thousand. A hundred thousand gone in an hour. This made her feel an unprecedented sense of dread and panic. She didn't care about the followers. She cared about Mortimer.

I stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the mahogany – panelled study, breathing in an atmosphere that was clinical and beautifully cruel. Isabella Moretti, the so – called Black Widow, sat in her own high – backed leather chair, her wrists zip – tied tightly to the arms. Brent sat at her massive desk, his three laptops humming with a frantic, electronic energy that mirrored the dark thrill racing through my own veins.

Dad lied. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not just with books but with the weight of every broken promise. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to focus on the biting chill of the Aurelia evening instead of the tremor in my hands. New mission: survive the Sterlings. New reality: I was their charity case, Charles Sterling’s personal babysitter. His babysitter. The thought made bile rise in my throat.

I continue. “And you, Lily…you’ve ruined Moonlit Labs. You’re motivated by greed and power. You use people around you for your own needs and never return the help they give. You belittle people, you hit them, abuse them, and use them like they are pawns,” I begin. Gasps and hushed whispers ignite around the room. Instead of looking at me, they turn their attention to the heads of the Silvertail pack. I smirk and stand in front of the three villains.

The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.

Sara was sounding extremely thoughtful this afternoon. I think she needed a break from staring at Luca too much. “C’mon—” “Nooo—I wanna watch,” she moaned. “You aren't watching, you're staring, and it's affecting your brain,” I pushed her from the seat. Staring up at the judges' table sat the Head Governor of LEA (Alistair Thorne), Mr. Kael Santiago, and some other judges. I was guessing one was Mr. Lorenzo (Kevin’s dad), the mafia lord.

"How can someone act so well, last night at dinner, lady Jennifer grimaced at me. It was like, she wants to kill me, but today she said, she is my friend, it is unbelievable. The castle is a really scary place." Elsa whispered as she walked towards her room, fortunately, she no longer found any obstacles in her way. As entering her chamber she was startled by someone's presence who was sitting on her bed, looking at the wall blankly as if a dead body was sitting.

She was sitting on the floor made of stone. "Get up," King had told her. She was sitting there. "Why is she so stubborn?" King thought helplessly. He didn't want to hurt her but she was forcing him. She was testing his patience. He gestured to his special guard (Zami). He picked her and made her stand. "What have you just heard through the door?" King's voice echoed. Tashfa looked at Arianna. She smiled softly, gesturing her to speak. "Mmm ۔ ۔ I didn't see anything ... "She heard herself say she could barely speak. King was angry. She was lying in front of him. Despite his warning she was still lying.... He stood up angrily. Arianna also got up.

Jesus, get it together care. I put my hand up to block my face but it’s too late; he’s staring directly at me. His brow goes sky high and he plops down in the seat she vacated as Dillon takes the one on the other side. “You keep turning up wherever I go. You stalking me?”

I knew this was a stupid idea, I couldn't run from both a billionaire and a blown out assassination organization but I was going to try. I wouldn't just sit down and watch them take over my life. Christopher's voice erupted from the other room, it seemed like he was calling his guards. I didn't care, a few kicks and punches, and I'd be free. In that moment, I was too engrossed in my thinking, and I slipped from the blanket. "This was it, Jasmine. You are going to meet such a sad end." I said in the moment of final defeat.