I Got Married To A Villain の小説・ストーリー

My father became more and more distant, and I was shocked when he announced he was getting married again. The moment Flora, my stepmom, and her daughter came into the picture, my entire life was turned upside down. They took everything away from me – my life, my family, and now my love too. No, I would get to the bottom of this. I refused to be played for a fool. I was going to get my answers.

I raised my eyes to meet Jace, staring intensely at me. A pink hue covered my face as warmth grew within me. Why was my body reacting to him this way? This marriage was just a contract marriage. Moreover, he saw me as a tool and not a woman. “Now you may repeat after me. “I solemnly take Mr Jace Karev to be my husband.” I repeated the words after him. Jace followed the same order. Repeating the words after the priest. He pulled out another diamond ring and wore it on my finger. I did the same with him.

“And what exactly are we supposed to be? Tourists?” He didn’t even glance my way. “Newlyweds.” I choked. “You’re joking.” “People notice less if they think we’re married.” He didn't even blink before saying. “Right. Because pretending to be your wife sounds perfectly sane.” His mouth twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “You want to stay alive or win an argument?” “Can’t I do both? Multitasking’s kind of my thing.” My sercastic reply made him laugh, a low sound that surprised us both, this is the first time I heard cole act like normal human or maybe he's going insane with me?

Thus, I replied, "I'm fine. Just feeling a little tired." When he didn't notice anything unusual about me, he picked up his phone to check. After he read the text, he smiled and said, "Get some rest then. Something came up at work again, so I'll have to go." Then, he went out and didn't come home all night. … Since the marriage certificate I had with William was fake, I didn't even have the right to sue Sophia for the return of our marital property. Even so, I would still fight to reclaim every single thing that belonged to me. I carefully counted my shares again and contacted other shareholders to sell them at a low price.

"You get your inheritance, You get the truth about your mother, You get everything they stole from you." Below them the processional music shifted, the opening notes of the wedding march rising up through the floor. She could feel it in her feet through the marble. "And I get what they took from me," Elias said. She looked at him. She looked at the ring on her finger ,the one Damien had slid on at a dinner table set for a trap, in front of people who already knew. She looked back at Elias. "Deal” Elias gave a single sharp nod. “Good. We move fast. I’ll handle…”

"So you have two options. Either you let me in early so you can do this on your fucking terms and get whatever you want out of that marriage… or you keep fighting me and still watch me ruin it, and you lose everything in the process." My eyes flies open. "You… you’re such a villain. I’ve been stuck in this marriage for years," I say quietly. "If I’m getting out, I need a prince charming to sweep me off my feet. And you…" "I’m not a prince charming. I’m not even a knight in shining armor, Ciara. I’m the villain. And I will do anything... fucking anything to have what’s mine." After he says that, we just stare at each other, our hearts beating loudly.

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, drop by drop, into the sink. "I guess we didn't make it past the seven-year itch after all," I murmured. Seven years ago, Dad, Don of the Sassi family, held a gun to my head and told me not to marry Stefano. I married him anyway, for love, for a soldato who had nothing but ambition back then. I gave up my birthright, my crown, and my family's empire to build his instead. I played the perfect housewife, funneling him money and dealing with his enemies. Step by step, I put him on this city's underworld throne.

Five rings later. I hadn't scored a single point. The stall owner smiled politely. "Better luck next time." I folded my arms. "This game is definitely rigged." A familiar voice spoke behind me. "No." "It's your aim." I froze. “It's Damein.” The stall owner laughs. "Sir." "Help your girlfriend." We both freeze, both answer together. "She's not my girlfriend." "He's not my husband." Lily laughs. Damien picked up a ring. One throw. Perfect.

"Mr. Sterling, your wife has a gift. It would be a crime to keep it hidden." Adrian's hand closes around my elbow. "She is not interested." I feel his fingers dig into my skin. In my past life, I would have let him lead me away. I would have smiled, apologized, made myself small. I gently pull my arm free. "I will consider your offer, Mr. Hughes. Thank you." Adrian stares at me. I do not see his eyes. I walk toward the restroom, my heart pounding, my hands trembling. Behind me, I hear Victor Hughes say, "You have a remarkable wife, Mr. Sterling. Do not let her forget it."

He unbuttoned his shirt with infuriating nonchalance. “Look at me.” He raised his head, but his eyes were hard. There was no sign of guilt. Did he think his actions were okay? “I can’t believe you used Elia as a trap to see if I’d cheat on you. We’re married.” “Marriage never stopped anyone.” “Is that so?” I asked curiously, trying to figure out if he was referring to himself. “I’d never cheat.” “Oh, so I’m supposed to take your word on it, but you can use my bodyguard to test me? Don’t you realize how wrong that is?”