I Became The Villain The Hero Is Obsessed With นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Somewhere outside the tall windows, the wind howled through the dark pine trees bordering the estate. Cassian did not look away. For a fleeting second, a shadow crossed his face, something raw, ancient, and deeply hidden, like a wound that had never healed properly. “Because,” he said, his voice dropping into a register so low and quiet it seemed meant only for the shadows around us, “the woman I knew was never a villainess.” I froze, my hand tightening on the stem of my glass. “And she deserved someone,” Cassian continued, his gray eyes locking onto mine with terrifying clarity, “who would pull her off that concrete roof before the city ever had the chance to touch her.”

Meanwhile, the female lead’s been putting up with pregnancy rumors and being treated like a mistress for him. [You must be an old reader. You're late. The plot’s already gone completely off track, haha.] [We’re all shipping the supporting female lead with the villain now.]

“You made all of them your enemies. You are now a villain in their eyes.” I shrugged. “Yes, and it was worth it. If being a villain would save her, then I don’t mind getting my hands dirty for her. I don’t care however the world view me as long as I get to keep her safe. This is who I am, Giovanni. I’m a terrible man. I lie. I do horrible things. And I would do more in the future if that’s what it takes to stop our fathers because I know they wouldn’t stop, too. Alexandra had almost lost her life for us once. I will not let it happen again. That was the answer I didn’t get to tell you back at the wedding since many people were spying in on us.”

At least my— No way. The hydrangea sugar painting is gone. "Hey, you! How dare you steal my stuff!" I begin chasing after the man wearing a bamboo hat; he quickly speeds through the crowd of people. For the past ten minutes, I am racing to reach a closer distance to him but to no avail. Past corners and more corners, I huff and puff my way through. And then I stop— I experience an epiphany that this might be a setup. I've seen this in movies before. The villains use this tactic all the time.

Respecting my desire for privacy, she chose to stand by me, an oasis of warmth amidst the chill of secrecy. “You had better be fine. I'm here if you ever wanna talk,” she said to me, not looking convinced. Time pressed on, and eventually, my path crossed with Dani, the only son of Lord Damon. He had not wasted time in making his feelings, or whatever he thought it was, known to me. “I'm in love with you, Isadora ” were his usual words to me. In my quest for revenge, I saw his affection as an opportunity I couldn't resist. I had grown cold, calculating, using my charms to manipulate him into becoming vulnerable to me.

I sighed, running my hands over the soft sheets. "He was fit when you left—he liked to run and hit the gym—but now, Mmmm", Evie droned off. "Now he is seriously ripped. "Doesn't he remind you of a superhero from one of those Marvel films?" she asked, excited and youthfully flirtatious. "Except those guys were good, Evie. Z is no good guy. He is the villain in our story.. remember that." I snapped a little too harshly. With a whine, she disappeared, leaving me to daydream about my villain.

Claude rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest as Vincent continued. “The ones with the villain complex are more realistic and care about their survival. So, when they see someone in trouble, they ignore. But the ones with the hero complex have this misconception that they can save the whole world. So they try to be this superhero who saves everybody’s day. I think she suffers from the hero complex and so does that squirrel savior.” “You can be as selfish as you want, Vincent, but—”

Josiah's defenses were slipping, his allies thinning. And still… he didn’t see me coming. He was too busy playing hero. But I wasn’t playing anything. I was the villain they whispered about in shadows. I was the storm hiding behind the smile. I was the blade that would slip between his ribs while he slept, still dreaming that goodness could save him. No. There would be no salvation. Only fire. And blood.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

As soon as she was locked in place, her muscles relaxed against mine and she stopped resisting as she stared at me hatefully with fire burning behind her irises. I also hated that look more than everything else. That look that screamed I was the monster in her story, the Villain. I didn’t want to be the fucking villain dammit! I want to be the hero, the savior, the mate she deserves to have but she ruined everything! She keeps ruining it every time we meet and I don’t know if it can ever be fixed or if it was a lost cause already.