I Became The Villains Mother 소설 & 이야기

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

I walked toward the center of the room, my voice steady and cold. “Thanks to Vanessa, who always had doubts about you and convinced all of us to take the White Lotus Pearl Weed soup before coming here,” Gabriel said. “It gave all of us a second life.” I turned to the High Council, my expression shifting into one of deep, calculated sorrow. "Honorable members," I said, pointing a trembling finger at the head of the table. "Matthew’s plan was more horrific than we imagined. He didn't just want Gabriel gone. He intended to wipe out the entire Council tonight to seize the throne."

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

"Listen to me, Delilah. You have already crossed all lines you could cross, and right now, the only reason I'm still here, and the only reason I'm still in your case, is because you're still a Blackwater. If something happens to you, to me, something has happened to a Blackwater. If you go out there and say anything, it will be used against us, because it was said by a Blackwater. I won't let you mess this family. I won't let you destroy us, do you understand?" I knew, in that moment, that in my mother's eyes, in my mother's head, I was the reason for everything going on in her life, for everything with dad, with her work, with her job, with her life. She was in a very vulnerable place right

mom explained. I froze. What? My mom....my mom was the one who had created the venom? Just to be sure, I asked, "You made that venom? You are the one who has been injecting those innocent people with the venom and killing them?" "Yes. Viktor and his entire species has been helping me, of course, but yes, it was my idea. And those werewolves are not innocent, Ivy! They killed your father, forced us to flee and hide and they've been torturing your brother for the past nineteen years! None of them are innocent! Every one of those creatures I killed deserved it!" Mom said viciously, making my eyes bulge at the pure, unadulterated hatred in both her words and gaze.

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:

But today after she accepted all of her sins, he cannot believe that the mother he knows is a lie and she fooled him for years. He cannot accept that the perfect Irina is a lie. Instead, she is the worst kind of monster who can kidnap a new born baby and keep her as a prisoner for years. 'My mother is the person who kidnapped Valerie and kept her as a prisoner. Locked an innocent child away from her family and the outside world. How cruel can she be? She was raising her own son and deprived that same privilege and snatched a baby from a mother ' Raphael spoke with his dragon. Even Hydra is as shocked as Raphael.

“It wasn’t funny being able to see that my own mother would do such a thing. She wasn’t supposed to. But she did. She knew how dangerous it would be if she got caught but she didn’t rate me or dad enough to even care. She did it anyway. “Why do you think dad hasn’t said anything to you about this? That’s because none of us want to paint her out to be the villain in this story. We wanted her to only be the victim but she was wrong for what she did and I won’t hide it any longer. If no one will tell you the truth then I would.” I had not been hit with harsh reality as I had been hit today. This was not true. This has to be a joke. No. This was impossible. Mother would never. But Willow was hel

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.

"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