Novel & Cerita I Became The Villains Mother

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."

Not worth it. … The next day, my mother came looking for me again. Her eyes were swollen, her hair messy and unkempt. The moment she saw me, she grabbed my hand. "Jason, please… Mom's begging you. Help Kyle out of this mess!" I pulled my hand away. "How?" "Just say… just say that man was someone you hired!" She was so anxious her words tumbled over each other. "You can say you were jealous of how handsome Kyle is, afraid he'd take your wife, so you framed him on purpose!"

As she spoke, she slapped herself. “The gift money… I framed Anna because I didn’t want to pay it back. She was a good kid. Every time she got money, she gave it to me right away. I was the greedy one. I spent it all. I was afraid of looking bad and of what people would say, so I made her take the blame.” My death was a chain reaction. The gift money incident had made me a liar in their eyes. When I was choking, no one believed me. When Mom said it out loud, she seemed to realize it, too. Just like the way she had hit me before, she grabbed a wooden spoon from the table and struck her mouth with it.

Isabella hesitated, then continued, "Actually... I don't mind if you start over. Neither does Matteo. We're grown up now, you don't have to hold onto Mom's memory forever." She looked at her father pointedly. "Even if it's with a... young, or even a special woman." Dante took a sip of his whiskey. "Don't overthink things. Go to bed." "Goodnight, Papa." Isabella stood up, kissed him on the cheek, and went upstairs. Dante sat alone in the dim living room, his mind replaying the image of Juliana at dinner, the way that damn short skirt clung to her legs. And the mark on her neck, a brand that sent a hot, possessive fury through him.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

Afterward, I did the same thing a few times. No matter how absurd the situation became, as long as it involved Dad, Mom would completely lose her mind and throw herself into the chaos. If I sent a message through Dad's phone today, Mom would show up the next day, right on time, to beat someone to the ground. Eventually, Mom had a falling out with all her old friends. No one even invited her to play poker anymore. As the incidents piled up, Mom didn't notice anything unusual while the victims in the neighborhood banded together.

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

She replied between her crying " nothing papa. . My hand is paining. . Aaaa Aaaa. ..aaaa " " Aska.. you insulted your mummy right or wrong.. ?" He asked her with the same angry and furious tone. " no.. don't call her to my mummy. . She is Vihaan 's mother. My mother is dead. Grandpa and granny told me the truth .They said step mothers are always bad.. she will kill me one day." Hearing her nonsense he slapped her tightly and she fell on the cold floor.

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.