I Became A Villain Daughter 소설 & 이야기

Trying to record me like some rabid circus animal for the world to crucify. Too late. Your daughter already picked the villain. And just in case you’re still listening, Christopher— There’s no ransom. Not anymore. I don’t want you to surrender anymore because you are nothing after all—I killed Damon, who’s originally the villain in my story, for killing my mother. While I do heard Christopher might be inloved with my Mother. That makes us on the same side—but you unravel it yourself. I just want Ingrid. You were close. You almost had her back.

“Damien Vale is a viper. He’s poison, Lila! He’s been circling me for years, waiting for an opening, and now I see what his play has been all along. You.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a pawn, Father.” “You are! He’s using you. Can’t you see that?” “No,” she shot back, surprising herself again with her boldness. “I see more clearly than I ever have in my life.” His fist hit the desk again. “You’re my daughter. You’ll not throw yourself into the arms of my enemy. Do you understand? I forbid it.” The word forbid struck her like a lash. She’d grown up under that iron tone, used to bending to it, used to being the perfect daughter in the perfect dress at the perfect dinners. But now—it cracked a

“I knew you’d come, Aria.” I step forward. “Let her go.” He laughs. “Why would I do that? She came to me. She’s stronger than you ever were.” “That’s not true,” I say, my voice shaking. “You brainwashed her. You poisoned her.” “I showed her the truth,” Victor says. “She belongs to the shadows now.” My daughter steps forward. “I’m not your little girl anymore, Mom.” Her voice is flat. Cold. Something inside me cracks.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

I earned their trust inch by inch, slowly clawing my way up from being a nobody until even the pack elders listened to me when I spoke. This pack was supposed to be mine. It belonged to me by right of effort. I had a plan. Once Father was finally out of the way, everything would fall perfectly into its place. The warriors would all kneel to me. The omegas would crawl at my feet. The elders would beg for my favor. Every wolf in the Shadow Pack would only exist because I allowed them to live. They were all going to be my slaves. And now? Now his precious “real daughter” appears out of nowhere like a ghost from the past. Suddenly, I am the villain of the story. Suddenly, I am the one being whip

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

No longer the girl running from her power. I am Kaia. Daughter of the Guen Pack. Velen. Mate. Fighter. And I am walking into the unknown but I am not afraid. Not anymore.

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.