I Became A Villain In My Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But I lost everything. Because of my greed. Because of jealousy. Because of Diana. Or maybe… because of me. My cellmate laughed in her sleep, breaking the silence. I turned away and faced the wall again. I would never wear a wedding dress. Never open a business. Never hear anyone call me “Mommy.” I destroyed too many lives, including mine. Maybe… I really was the villain. And villains never get happy endings.

“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.”

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

In disbelief, Steven turned to Margaret with a gaze making it clear that he was demanding answers. But Margaret said matter-of-factly, “Everyone looks out for themselves, and I just did the same thing! I only wanted to live a good life. I didn’t do anything wrong!” I huffed. “It’s not wrong to want to live a good life, but everyone has lines they shouldn’t cross. Otherwise, you’d be no different from animals.” [Has it been that long since I read a novel? Why do I think that the villainess is right?] [I’ve wanted to say this a long time ago: The protagonists are selfish. If we read the novel from the villainess’ point of view, her husband and sister betrayed her, her son was murdered, and she

"Until what?" "Until they're as broken as I was. Until they're destroyed from the inside out. Until they beg for the mercy I'll never give." I looked out the window. "And then only then I release the data. I let the world see what they really are. And I watch them burn." "You've become the villain." "No." I smiled. Cold. Empty. "I've become what they made me. And that's so much worse than a villain." "What's worse than a villain?"

] Looking at the comments, remembering how I had just been dreaming of going to see the sea with Victor, I couldn't help a self-mocking smile. How could I have forgotten? I was the villainess, and Victor had spent all this time afraid I would hurt Viviana. Bumping into her just now had only nailed down my role as the villainess. I said to Victor, "I'll donate the blood. Don't worry." "Can you go get it drawn on your own?" Victor glanced at me. "I need to stay with Viv—" "I can," I said, cutting him off, and turned to leave. Once the blood was drawn, I went back to my own room, left a note on the bedside table, and walked out of the hospital.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.