I Became The Villain's Mother Novels & Stories

Every plan, every move… she’s been orchestrating it all like a maestro. And suddenly, I realize something terrifying. I thought I hated Isabel. But there’s someone who hates her even more. Someone who’s willing to burn the world down to see her suffer. My mother. And I might have just placed myself under the one person whose vengeance has no end.

Viktor said. Cold anger filled me. "Where's my mother?" We watched for an hour before we saw her—Ingrid Devereaux, my mother, emerged from the house flanked by two Guardians and someone else. I squinted to see better. "That's Celeste," I hissed. "The witch who helped Kamla fake the mate bond." The witch was smiling, clearly pleased with herself. My mother looked worried. My phone vibrated in my pocket—a text from an unknown number:

"You are exactly like her. That is why I married her. That is why I loved her. That is why I hated her." "You never loved anyone." "I loved you." I laughed. It was an ugly sound. "You loved power. You loved control. You loved winning. You never loved me." "I provided for you. I protected you. I gave you everything." "You gave me nothing. You took everything. My mother. My childhood. My trust." Victor set down his glass. His smile faded. "You think you know the truth. You do not." "Then tell me." "Your mother was not innocent. She was not a victim. She was a manipulator. A liar. A cheat."

Phedra Elizabeth could not help but feel pity, patting Duncan Hiddleston on the back. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. Just a little regret." "It's okay. When they get the statement. I'll try to help you investigate. Where did he keep your mother?" "It's too late. He killed my mother a long time ago. I'm so powerless. There's nothing I can do anymore." “Don't say that. Do you believe him? Don't beat yourself up. I can help you. Trust me.” Phedra Elizabeth used a steady look in her eyes and looked over to Duncan Hiddleston.

"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

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

Not from the board. From him. Then he turned and walked toward the door. The office fell silent again after he left. But Elena barely noticed. Because her attention remained fixed on the transaction approval glowing before her. Her own name. Her own clearance. Attached to stolen millions. And suddenly— The shareholder evaluation tomorrow mattered far less than the horrifying realization settling into place inside her mind. Someone had been using Elena Vale long before she ever became the villainess. And whoever it was— Was still inside Vale Group.

She had not eaten her own fish in twenty minutes. She had not looked at my face once. "Mother. Why won't you look at me?" "Because I have not earned it, Irene." "Mother — " "I left you. I left you in Coralspire when your father died. I have been here in this small pool for six months and you have been ruling a kingdom that is poisoning you, and I knew it was poisoning you, and I let it. I have not earned the right to look at you. Eat your fish."

Because she was a witch. My mother… my real mother… the one whose voice whispered from the other side of death… had died by his hand. And I’d spent my life believing she was the villain. A tear dropped onto the stone floor beneath me. My fists clenched. How could he? How could he murder her and twist the truth into something so cruel? And how could I have been so blind? I wanted to avenge her. I wanted to tear down every brick of the man who raised me like a caged beast.

She taught the kid well and she's proud. “Aren't you leaving yet?” she snapped. “You're forcing yourself way too much on a man who already had a wife and a daughter. Let me remind you, Ava. My mother was a mistress, the one who ruined a family. In this story, we are the villain. Don't take my spot. I'm getting into that role already. Quit messing up the story.”