I Became The Villains Mother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You'll do what I say, Ivy. You'll do what's best for this family." Vy's eyes blazed with anger, her voice rising. "You're just like your father and uncle, aren't you? Heartless, cruel, and only caring about your own interests!" Victor's face darkened, his jaw clenched in rage. "And your mother, how did she manage to live with those monsters? Did she ever think about leaving them, or was she too scared?" Ivy spat, her words dripping with venom. Victor's eyes flashed with fury, his hand trembling with restraint.

I'll surely get that old man's rotting soul to hell and torture it more and better than hell can give. "That's possible, right? If he's doing something new and used me in his plans, would it be possible that he also used my mother in that? Would it be possible that he also made a fool out of my mother? Mom is the greatest scientist of them all. She was able to invent things that Vasileìas can't. I even read some books about her from the people that adore her. She is a well-known scientist and Vasileìas lost her when she started thinking and planning to save the world. I know that they also need her to be one of their slaves but thankfully, my mother has a different mindset than others and on

When he saw me open my eyes, he scrambled to take my hand, moving cautiously. “Ella…” I tried to pull my hand back, but I had no strength. At that moment, urgent voices called from outside the door. “Ms. Marin? Your mother, Mrs. Marin, had a sudden heart failure. Reanimation was unsuccessful. She has passed away.” Andrew froze and stared at me in panic. He seemed to pray that I had not heard. But I had heard. The mother who had worked herself to the bone to pay for my schooling, even washing dishes if she had to, was gone.

But the bet somehow solved a problem. Ruin Lena’s perfect little family before it could sink its claws into mine. Seduce her precious daughter, shatter her, expose it all. Prove to my father that these women were exactly what I knew them to be......liars, cheats, opportunists. Just like my mother, spreading her legs for another man while pretending to love us, producing a bastard child on the side and expecting me to swallow the betrayal with a smile.

One even her own abilities couldn’t keep at bay. But Baldwin began to tell me a different story: “Our mothers were friends, once. Two gifted healers who grew up loving and supporting each other. “And then your mother ruined it, choosing power and Royalty over friendship and loyalty.” He shrugged. “So they became enemies. And so they fought. “Your mother didn’t die of any illness except greed. That’s what led to the final psychic battle between our mothers.” His face hardened. “Your mother died. My mother was left with a broken mind, one slowly being consumed by a frenzy she hadn’t had before that battle.”

Still, I was determined to uncover the truth and protect Ivan at all costs. “Your mother is King Ryu's sister,” Melina revealed, and I absorbed the information without reacting. “I met her while tracking King Ryu. She, like her brother, is a demon. Lethe, your mother, was my inspiration. Do you want to know her survival tactics and deeds?” “I don’t trust anything you say,” I replied bluntly.

“My father wasn’t always this way,” Aien said as we walked through the maze following the trail of debris, blood, and broken weaponry. “A villain I mean. Things were different when my mother was alive. She was…” He paused where someone had smashed a statue, the stone rubble scattered across the path and offered me his hand. “Be careful where you step. My mother was beautiful,” he did not immediately release my hand when I had picked my way through the debris and stood looking down at me thoughtfully.

She yelled at me, before Vic could even answer. "Do you even know who this woman really is?" I asked Vic, concerned for her lapse of sanity. "She's my mom, Nemesis. She came back for me. I'm going to ditch this shithole, and go live with her." Vic told me, like this had always been the plan. "Vic, she doesn't even look old enough to BE your mother." I tried to reason with her. "How sweet! Victoria, you never told me that she was so sweet." Her 'mother' said, laughing. I gasped and jumped when I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder.

Trying to record me like some rabid circus animal for the world to crucify. Too late. Your daughter already picked the villain. And just in case you’re still listening, Christopher— There’s no ransom. Not anymore. I don’t want you to surrender anymore because you are nothing after all—I killed Damon, who’s originally the villain in my story, for killing my mother. While I do heard Christopher might be inloved with my Mother. That makes us on the same side—but you unravel it yourself. I just want Ingrid. You were close. You almost had her back.