Novel & Cerita I Became The Villain's Lost Daughter

"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

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

She paused as tears rolled heavily down her cheeks. “Can you at least let me meet Mother once? I grew up outside the family. I don’t even know what my own mother looks like.” The room exploded the second those words left her mouth. “She’s too pitiful. The real Vittori daughter was abandoned outside while someone else took her place.” “Valentina, you’ve stolen her life for years and now you won’t even let her see her mother? What kind of person are you?” I frowned as the accusations flew around me.

I said, doing my best to keep my words steady despite knowing they would hurt. “You’re sure?” he asked, swallowing hard and lowering his gaze. “That it was her? Yes. But also... no,” I admitted, exhaling deeply and sinking into my chair. “What do you mean?” he pressed, taking a seat across from me. “It was her. Your daughter,” I said, looking away. “But it wasn’t the Meridian we knew. She’s changed. She’s one of them now.” “She must’ve been ensnared by their dark magic,” he said, his voice hoarse. “My little girl...” he sighed deeply.

“He desecrates the gifts you have given us!” My father pauses dramatically. I wait with bated breath. “Well? Did the Goddess save him and his son?” I ask exasperated, unable to wait a moment longer for the answer. My father hangs his head in disappointment. “The goddess never came.” He says quietly. “Why!” I demand. Good has to triumph over evil. That is the order of things. That is how the world works. “Our Goddess blesses us with many things. A wolf bound to our souls, the ability to shift, strength, power, a mate, and free will. That will can be used for good or evil.” He explains. He hands me a slice of watermelon. “Take a bite.”

I’m glad it didn’t go to waste. Ben slid his cold finger under my eyes and wiped the damp tears away. “I’m afraid this fragile heart of yours will be tainted in the aristocracy.” Ben has always been like a father to me in this world. He has always been looking out for me, and every time he speaks, my respect for him grows deeper and stronger. “Don’t worry. Just like I told you,” I looked straight in his eyes and smirked. “I’ll become the villainess the world will despise.”

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel. A villain whose spiraling descent into darkness would be triggered by a singular, devastating betrayal: the cold, unfeeling rejection from his mother. Her hands trembled in indecision, hovering awkwardly in the air as she grappled with conflicting emotions. Should she reach out to him? Comfort him? She was all too aware of the story—knew the path that lay ahead. In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband.

“She is the reason we keep fighting. Not Victor’s empire. Not the syndicate. Her. We give her the life we never had.” Damien nodded, his eyes shining with new resolve. “The heir that was not. She is ours. And we will burn down anything that tries to take her from us.” Our daughter slept peacefully between us, her striking eyes closed but her presence filling the room with hope. Victor’s medical team had lied for months. They had created the illusion of a son to satisfy a dead man’s obsession. But the truth had come in the middle of the storm. A beautiful girl. Damien’s daughter. The one who broke every cold rule Victor had ever made.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"