I Became The Villains Mother の小説・ストーリー

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

“You think you can change the world? This is my world, my empire. And you’re nothing but ants beneath my feet.” I took a step forward, my body tense, ready to face him head-on. But before I could speak, a sharp voice cut through the air. “No, Vadim. This is our world now.” The voice belonged to Rosanna, my real mother. She stepped into the room, her presence like a force of nature, filling the space with power. Her eyes locked onto Vadim’s, and for the first time, I saw something I had never expected: the mother who had once been broken, who had disappeared from my life, was standing tall, unshaken, and ready to fight.

Joshua looks like he wants to kill everyone in sight, but I know it’s not directed at us. “Lady Crystalline,” Mom said, “Do you know who is trying to buy Iva’s spiritual energy?” “No. There are several faces without names. The real criminals in all of this are Iva’s parents. They have already found a cure for their daughter, Vessa. However, in their vigorous trial and error, they discovered Iva is more special than they realized.” “Can we stop them from hurting her?” Jude asked. “Can we change the dream? Can we prevent her from being kidnapped?”

"I got hurt too, Naomi—" I averted my gaze and brought Samuel away. "Escort him out, security. Don't let unrelated people into the company again." … Yohan made Julian come for me again. Perhaps he was trying to use my motherly love for Julian to keep me around, but I was no longer the same person I was. "Stop coming to find me, boy. Your father and I have already divorced—I am no longer your mother," I said. Julian immediately turned anxious when he heard how I addressed him. "I want to eat your dark cuisines, Mommy. I want you to tell me bedtime stories and hug me to sleep."

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.

Ava stood up from the bed and paced around the room. "That is impossible. My father would never lie to me about such an important thing." she told Ryder. Ryder stood up and held her in his arms. "Look Ava, Evena might be a total nutcase but he is also one of the most powerful witches to ever exist. He cannot be mistaken about this. Maybe your father was also clueless about your mother's true identity as well. Maybe he didn't lie to you." Ryder tried to calm her down.

“As expected of my son! A crown princess is a good choice! That's how I got your mother too! Ahahahaha!” No, wait, honey, we can't allow our son to be a homewrecker! Oh, but she's an abandoned Crown Princess, he says? Then I guess it's o…kay, right? -END- *Thank you to the avid readers of The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later! Hope you enjoy this story. Look forward to the next story ^^*