I Became The Villain Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

They shook their heads in disbelief. "Keisha, don't defend that evil girl anymore!" The anger in my Uncle's voice was clear as day. "Do you have any idea what she almost cost us? Our first grandchild and the first legitimate grandchild of the Brook family." Aunt Vicky couldn't stop crying next to him. " Oh my poor baby! Ivanka is as evil as they come for going after a pregnant woman." Unable to hold my peace any longer, I spoke up. " Why exactly do you all blame me for everything bad in your lives? Maybe you should blame yourself first for your own mistakes. I know that is a foreign concept for people like yourselves who are so allergic to the truth."

Now she was crawling on the floor, whimpering like a kicked dog. No—worse than a dog. At least a dog knew loyalty. "You wouldn't have any of this without me." "And what did you give me back? You spat on my father. Called him an old bastard, a hick. Treated me like garbage—humiliated me in public every chance you got. Practically took out a billboard to tell the world I was a parasite living off you." "Victoria, that company doesn’t even belong to you." "I built it for you with real money and real connections, brick by brick. I put you on top of the world—not so you could stand up there and spit on me and my family."

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.

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"

"Three years ago, when I first began hearing rumors that the Renshaw family was growing restless about the succession's continued uncertainty. I needed them to understand I knew a great deal about their own family's history, their own carefully buried secrets, in case they ever considered moving directly against you or against this household." "By writing a book that painted your own daughter as a villain." "By commissioning a document that could be read, by the right eyes, as proof I understood exactly how dangerous certain revelations might prove for them as well as for us. A deterrent, Amber, disguised as something ordinary enough to circulate quietly without drawing unwanted attention."

I watch him hide the tremble by turning the comb in his hand, a small practiced movement, as if he has been practicing how to hide tremble for months. "This," he says to twelve-year-old me, "was in our family before Alastor had a throne. Before our name had anything attached to it. Before there were any of us to hold it." Twelve-year-old me listens. She does not interrupt. She is a well-taught child. She has been trained to listen to kings.

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

" which means Louisa didn't commit suicide, Javi killed her and Ace as been lying to me this whole time." "Aside from the fact he knew about his brother's problems and he didn't give me a heads up, I don't know what else he's lying to me about. He probably knows about Zach's death, I still recall him trying to prevent Zach from talking to me, what if Ace is part of the family drug business and Tv fame is just a cover-up."

Serena said, giving me a gap toothed grin. Somehow, I managed to hold in my laughter. "Uh, sure, honey, you can say that. But don't say it to anyone outside okay? This is our little secret." "Okay, daddy, I promise," she told him, holding her pinky out. Evan wrapped his little finger around hers. Not one to be left behind, Oliver did the same. "Pinky promise!" He exclaimed, looking like the cutest kid ever. Goddess, I loved my family and I hoped to always stay together like this. THE END

My younger brother, Victor Bishop, has a silver tongue. That's why our parents, Paul Bishop and Jenna Cole, treat him like a treasure. I am socially awkward and blind to social cues, so they send me to the countryside to train. They even say there's no need to treat me well. They feed me scraps and make me sleep in the barn. After I turn 18, they put me in the family company to test me. Because of me, the Bishops become the richest family in Caldera. But Victor teams up with our parents and steals the credit that should've been mine. Everyone in the business world treats him like a star. Later, a building he cuts corners on collapses and kills dozens of workers. He makes me take the