Romans & histoires I Became A Villain In My Novel

Chapter One: I never imagined that I would be the villain in this tale. Not a fleeting evil that could be forgiven with a slip of the tongue or a foolish decision, but an evil as heavy as iron, leaving its mark on every corner of my life, and even on the lives of the people around me. I tortured my family and enslaved them, humiliated my fiancé before everyone, and repeatedly sought to kill the Crown Prince to seize his position. I did not stop there I killed many innocent souls without hesitation. And yet, you let me live.

The way she’d light up when I walked into a room. And when the time was right… I’d remind her. Remind her of the way Liam used her. Lied to her. Humiliated her in front of the entire school. Then I’d be the one she clings to when it all floods back. And just when she thinks she’s found safety… That’s when I’d strike. Maybe it makes me the villain in this story. Maybe I’m worse than Liam. But someone’s got to bring the king down. And I plan to do it with a smile.

In reality, she’s just the easiest way to break him. I caught Kai’s eye from across the lawn. I didn't hide. I didn't smirk. I just gave him a slow, mocking nod. I wanted him to know it was me. What’s the point of a trap if the prey doesn't know who set it? He started toward me, his hands balled into fists, but Ava grabbed his arm. She was crying now. Good. Tears make for a better story when the campus blog picks this up in an hour. So, here’s the thing about being the villain. People think it’s about hate. It’s not. It’s about balance. Kai had the girl, the fame, and the future. I just wanted my turn.

I would feel exiled the same way my sister was. Miles reached out to touch me but I snapped back, glaring hatefully at him. He sighed, turned on the car’s engine and soon I was driving away in a car with my sworn enemy. This was the origin of my villain story. This was the beginning of the evil Miles had always accused me of. I would live an unloved life, rejected by everyone. But I wouldn't live to see Miles happy with me or anyone else. With blood dripping down onto the soft black leather, I swore silently to become that devil they called Adriana Nox.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!

So cute that, and he was the carbon copy of his father. "Are you going somewhere ma'am," Alice asked after I finished dressed up and headed downstairs. "Yes, I intend to fix something before coming back," I replied, and she gave me a small nod. She didn't have to know the details. If this was my second chance at life, I wanted to rewrite all my wrongs. Start anew with the villain being me. I was tired of playing the role of a helpless, naive and weak protagonist. If being the villain made me stronger, then I was going to be the villain.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

"It’s important to be with someone who sees you for who you are, not just who they want you to be." She glances at me again. “What about you Zack? What kind of woman do you see yourself with?” I chuckle nervously. How can I indirectly describe her to her? “Well,” I clear my throat before I speak. "Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it before. My life’s been…complicated, and relationships were never something I focused on." I forced myself to say this. However, it’s half true. I really never focused on such things because I was too busy murdering my enemies and rivals. That’s why I also never experienced a peaceful life. Every day, I shed blood and break bones. I have done the deadlies

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”