Novel & Cerita I Became The Villain Mother

Or someone. > Victor is not who he seems. Don’t trust the smile. Don’t trust the quiet. He will take everything from you and make you believe it was your fault. Isla’s chest tightened. Her heart felt like it had dropped straight into her stomach. The Victor Kane she’d heard whispers about in family rooms, in clipped conversations, behind locked doors—he wasn’t just dangerous. He was real. And her mother had known all along. A floorboard creaked behind her. She turned fast, her nerves still raw.

“My mother did all those horrible things, sent innocent girls to the hell I lived through because she wanted to free me from it." Her brown eyes shimmered, unlike me Bree didn’t feel weak to show her tears. She said, “Unlike what people say, I don’t believe in the quote that the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.” Taking my hand in hers, she said, “I don’t hold you guilty, Vi. I will never hold you guilty, your mother made a choice and she’s responsible for that and no one else. I wouldn’t want someone to blame Ivan for what Mad or I did. Just like that, I don’t want you to ever think that you’re the villain in my story because you are not. You never were.” She smiled and a

But I got guilty and hid it. "What did you know that made you change your mind?" Alethea was curious. "When I learn that my mother was the villain as well as the person she said was my father. That time I was resentful that the Vampire king was interested in Mira and she was not an ordinary witch with special powers but the princess of what suppose to be my place."

"But Val, no one will kill their parents. I can't kill my own father, what do I have to gain if I do that? This brings me to ask, what was the actual reason you married Cillian so quickly? I can agree to the fact that Cillian had a hand in what happened to our parents and Jaxson but... don't you think you may have connived with him to spite me? I've thought about it so many times. But why? Father treated you so well to the point that I was jealous of the relationship between the two of you. How could you..." I tossed my phone away immediately, the device bouncing off the far wall. "The fuck!!!" I paced the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. She had turned the entire narrative upside d

All those fairy-tales where the poor girl ends up with the prince, why wasn’t I one of them? Why was I jumbled into the story as the villain? “Ophelia, she’s your daughter for goodness’ sake, quit yelling at her.” An old woman walks out of the door of the house, her appearance booming around. Her gaze is calculating, her gray hair hidden behind her scarf, still we all know the power hidden behind those dark eyes. “Mother, did you know what she did?” My mother says angrily, jabbing a finger at me. “She’s trying to betray us, trying to side with the enemies.”

She growled at me, her red eyes glaring at me. “You were the mistake; that’s why Mother hated you,” she snapped, breathing out. I chuckled dryly. “Mother never hated me; she was harsh on me because she knew how evil you would turn out. She tried to change you with her motherly affection, but she didn’t know you were a rotten egg, and she should have gotten rid of you long ago before you sent her to an early grave. Mother was a goddess, the moon goddess, but you sought the forbidden sword and stabbed your mother in the back because you couldn’t get what you wanted. How evil can you get?” I asked. Standing above her. She smirked.

"You take that back." "No," I spit out, fed up by this treatment. "I am not my father. I loved my mother with all my heart and I have spent the last years in agony. I spent years struggling with the fact that the man who gave me this face killed my mother. And you have no right to make me the villain here. You're a coward--"

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

I wrapped my legs around his waist because I needed to feel him as close as possible. "You're a bad man," I told him softly, and he kissed my forehead. "I know, babygirl," he said. "You should run as far away from me as possible. Because I might change my mind someday, and then there won't be a safe place for you in the world." I pressed myself closer, and finally, I began to understand why I needed to leave. My mother was the biggest villain here. My fists tightened in hatred as I remembered the way she'd washed me. The way she'd given me up to a complete fucking stranger - and was going to do it again, if Jake hadn't stopped her.