I Became The Villain's Lost Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“If you don’t come back with us today, you’re no longer my daughter!” I was stunned. Then, I saw their anxious and hopeful looks. A moment later, I threw my body before their feet, but I still refused to move the scissors from my neck. Utterly disheartened, my parents left. As I gritted my teeth and wiped away my tears, I continued kneeling as if nothing had happened. Those words continued showing up. [Honestly, the villainess is really pitiful. I can’t believe she’d do so much for an adopted son. I think she’s going to break down once she learns the truth.]

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

We landed outside the capital just before dawn, in a ghost terminal buried beneath a smuggler’s route. Tamar Khan met us at a secure safehouse—tall, shrewd-eyed, and already holding a recorder. “You have five minutes to convince me not to turn you all in,” she said without preamble. Liam stepped back, letting me forward. I took a breath. “My name is Isla Ventris. I am the daughter of Clara Ventris—the scientist who created the Origin Protocol. My mother embedded a neural fail-safe in me before Scarlett’s regime assassinated her. I have the full code. And I have proof of Scarlett’s crimes.”

, he said rubbing his eyes. “Oh really! After the way he sucked the air out of her lungs and the way he reacted knowing you almost killed her, do you trust this fucker”, lucas states laughing. I Shake my head in disbelief “out of all girl, why our parents have to chose her?”, I frown “She is dad’s best friend’s daughter”, he states making my eyes wide. “Oh fuck, she is uncle Mathew’s daughter!”, I exclaims in horror. “Yeah, I don’t remember her though from childhood, I just remember Mr Williams have a son, Jackson”, Ivan tells me shrugging.

My eyes are filled with angry and sad tears. "We are not that cruel to hurt our one son; you see, you're not actually our son; you're the real son of Ivana the witch queen and her werewolf mate, Reese. I kidnapped you from her and made it look like some random rogue killed you. She was my fucking best friend, and I did it to spite her and make her grieve the loss of her son her whole life.

" After manipulating my father, king Damien, she then made a trap to which our resources and our strength had to be stolen. That worthless woman had the audacity to even steal our last resources. But all this time my father was the only who was suffering though he was wrong to make this decision. " " Not only him but I was also wronged. I was bullied and neglected by my own father. My right to inherit my kingdom was ripped off by that evil lady. But I had the hope that one day I will rule this kingdom and take back it's previous glory and it's power." She paused for a while as she took glance of the crowds. She then continued while seeing their anxious face. ' looks like they fall for it.' s

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

“I didn’t say you are a delicate doll. I just want you to absorb this information slowly. I’ve faced violence and deaths, but when my father told me about this, it took me a while to wrap it around my head.” “I’m fine,” she replied stubbornly. “Now, my life is in danger because of a woman.” “She’s the daughter of the head of a crime family. The sister of the man who ordered to kidnap you.” “W-what? What do you mean?” The color drained from her face. London looked like she was about to collapse. “Pa, please?” “H-He kidnapped me? The guy. Ivy.” “No, Vanderford. Ivy is just a small fish in the ocean.”

“Damien Vale is a viper. He’s poison, Lila! He’s been circling me for years, waiting for an opening, and now I see what his play has been all along. You.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a pawn, Father.” “You are! He’s using you. Can’t you see that?” “No,” she shot back, surprising herself again with her boldness. “I see more clearly than I ever have in my life.” His fist hit the desk again. “You’re my daughter. You’ll not throw yourself into the arms of my enemy. Do you understand? I forbid it.” The word forbid struck her like a lash. She’d grown up under that iron tone, used to bending to it, used to being the perfect daughter in the perfect dress at the perfect dinners. But now—it cracked a