I Became The Villain Mother 소설 & 이야기

Not in front of them. I approached my mother, my voice breaking with a mixture of rage and hurt. “Every thing you put me through… it was for her?” I barked, breath ragged. “You used me! You told me Darkins was your brother! You made me do things...things at an early age....to cater for her?! You used me! And now… now I’m the villain?!” I took a shuddering breath. “Yes, I killed George! Yes, you had a threesome with your daughter’s man! And you all stare like I’m insane?! Thought the Mafia world was all about blood, secrets, and betrayal?!”

“I didn’t do a thing to that boy, Heather. Why won’t you believe me?” “Because you’re a damn liar,” I replied without missing a beat. “You had Patty killed. You lied to me and dad for years, and you have this stupid diabolical plan about making us rich. You’re literally a villain, mom.” I chuckled without humor; one filled with sadness and pity. “So I’m a villain for loving my family and wanting to take care of them?” “No, don’t turn this around. Don’t make yourself a victim.”

Aria would not take my sons. She would not sit at my table. She would not become anything more than she was. And whatever I needed to do to make that happen… I would do it. Even if it meant becoming the villain in everyone’s story. Because villains win battles mothers cannot. And I refused… absolutely refused.. to lose.

“My father wasn’t always this way,” Aien said as we walked through the maze following the trail of debris, blood, and broken weaponry. “A villain I mean. Things were different when my mother was alive. She was…” He paused where someone had smashed a statue, the stone rubble scattered across the path and offered me his hand. “Be careful where you step. My mother was beautiful,” he did not immediately release my hand when I had picked my way through the debris and stood looking down at me thoughtfully.

he reflected, looking at me with an ugly face. My moment of degradation becomes pure repulsion, and I stop bothering myself with the noise of rap playing by my mother's insistent call. "If it were, she would have passed the car over to make sure you were dead," I close my teeth. "I'm tired of always being seen as the villain.” "Stop being the villain" your eyes shine with fury. "Enjoy the only moment when you can act normally and say right away that you can't stand lying to them anymore.” Stretching in a momentum, he presses the green button on the small screen, releasing my mother's voice on the other side of the line.

“Why can’t you just let me be?!” “What do you mean?” Jade shouts, confused. “It was her! She tried to kill me!” I point at Mother. “You took the box!” Mother shouts. “It was you! You evil creature!” I pause, stunned. “What… is it? What’s that box?” “You were a mistake, Valeria!” she screams. “I should’ve killed you when you were in my womb!” Now even Jade looks afraid of her. Mother looks manic.

“Logan’s mother and I are aligned on this. We will not allow him to continue this... fantasy. This ends now.” I blinked. “You’ve already decided, haven’t you? That I’m the villain in your story.” “To protect him, I’ll be the villain in yours,” he said quietly. “If that’s what it takes.” I exhaled slowly, gathering every ounce of strength I had left. “You can scare me. You can insult me. But you can’t erase me.” “Don’t be so sure,” he muttered. “I love your son,” I said firmly, standing straighter. “And if that’s the thing that makes me dangerous in your eyes, then I’ll gladly carry that title.”

Now she realized how despicably vile he truly was. She never expected him to stoop so low as to threaten her with her own biological mother..." Faced with Lorneauxs' indifference, Claire's obsidian eyes appeared dark and despairing. Her only weakness was her mother, who had toiled for most of her life and finally found happiness. How could Claire bring herself to ruin it? Lorneauxs had clearly seized upon her vulnerability. "Feels good. Can't be bothered to change," he said, his lips sensual, his expression elusive.

Do you hear me? He nods, but he didnt believe me. At least, not yet because xaden had just traumatized him. I held him tighter and stared at the blood on the floor. My brother-in-law was a monster. My son was traumatized. And me? I’m the woman who killed a king to keep this family together. How far would I go to hold power? Far enough to hold my son while I lie to him. Far enough to clean up the mess Xaden made. Far enough to make sure no one ever hurts Kieran again. Even if I had to become the villain to do it.

"Then let us go together, Alpha. Someone should be present to ensure the conversation doesn't end with either of you doing something neither of you can ever take back." I stood, every muscle in my body screaming its protest, black veins pulsing visibly along my forearms with the sheer effort of it, and made my way toward the door with a fury burning hotter than any curse could ever hope to. Because for the first time since that platform, since the moment I'd broken the one person who'd never once given me a single reason to doubt her, I understood with absolute, unshakable clarity that the true villain of this entire story had never been fate, or prophecy, or even my own cowardice standing a