Romans & histoires I Love The Villainess

"But they haven't won the girl. If you stay with me now, they’ll kill us both. If you play the victim, you stay in the light. You stay where you can find the key to the Trust’s vault. You become the hunter I made you to be." He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was less of a goodbye and more of a branding. It was raw, suffocating, and tasted of the chemicals that had nearly erased her. It was the kiss of a man who would rather be hated by the world than lose the only person who understood his darkness. "I am the villain in your story, Ivy," he whispered against her lips. "Make them believe it. Make it the most beautiful lie they’ve ever heard."

She was good with him, patient, quiet, and completely non-threatening. "He needs someone outside my inner circle," I continued, keeping my eyes fixed on her face. "Someone who can build trust without crossing lines." Vanessa looked back up, locking eyes with me. There was an intense, unreadable storm in her hazel gaze, a chaotic mix of sheer confusion, relief, and strict determination. "My boundaries are absolute, Mr. Vance," she stated firmly, walking back toward her side of the desk. "My work here is strictly professional, and my only focus will be Ronn's well-being."

Adam said. "She is not, she is also a betrayer, just like Jessica, she killed the one that loves her, she was even worst than Jessica, she killed him because she was hungry to get a revenge, she deserves everything that happened to her, first, a female doesn't deserve to rule a kingdom, only us men with Power and minds to rule, women are only meant to be in the kitchen where they belong." Vincent ranted.

All she wants to have a simple life here, but someone is out there, who wants to make things hard for her. " Despite being in a tight position, you must think about her, Marquis! She might have her own reasons. Support her!" Hearing those words from Liliana, it didn't feel like a consolation or hope to see her Beloved support her. It tasted like a bitter mockery from the Female Protagonist to the Villainess, who always appears as a saint and everyone's favorite, and represents Villainess as the Evil here. However, it makes her feel pathetic, to hear the person she cherishes more accidentally when she is passing the kitchen. " For your words, only! I will support her!"

It will always be her. I laugh bitterly, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, though I refuse to let them fall. Queens don’t cry. Villains don’t weep. And that’s what I am now, isn’t it? The villain of their story. The shadow behind their light. The nightmare in their perfect dream. So be it. I’ll wear the crown of thorns gladly. I’ll embrace the fire. Because at least then, I am not nothing. At least then, I still matter.

I lean closer to the mirror, applying another coat of lipstick… bloodred and unapologetic. The color bleeds across my lips, transforming my mouth into something both beautiful and lethal. My eyes are rimmed with black, making my irises look almost supernatural in their intensity. Cold. Calculating. Unflinching. These are the eyes of a woman with nothing left to lose. The thought curls my lips into a smile that doesn't reach those eyes. I step back, assessing the final product. The world wants a villain? I'll give them one they'll never forget!

'So, she's the next victim, huh? 'The last three thought they could change Ivan and insist on marrying him, although they found his secret, and look where it got them. This one is even dumber, completely blinded by love. I bet she thinks he can still be redeemed. Little does she know, he doesn't love her at all.' 'Who does she think she is? Nobody asked her to save Ivan. He’s way out of her league. She’s nothing but a cheap whore.' 'We need more villainous male leads! I wonder how this woman would die this time. I can't wait to see it! Now Ivan is what I call a true villain. God, it’s so satisfying to see those idiots die in disbelief.'

Colder. “Because everyone in this family plays games, Aiden. Oliver plays the perfect prince. Cheryl plays the dutiful bride. But I don’t pretend. I’m the villain, remember? I’ve always been the bitch with the sharp tongue and the sharper heels. At least when I hurt people, I’m honest about it. And right now, I think you and I could really benefit from each other” I blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden crack in her voice. She stood, brushing invisible lint from her dress. “But even villains have motives. And maybe I’m just tired of always losing to my golden twin.”

Elliot cut in. "You spend ninety percent of your time brooding like some divorced billionaire in a N*****x series" Adrian said. Elliot burst out laughing. "I'm not done. You play sad music at 2AM, disappear for days and aggressively avoid humans" Adrian continued proudly. Elliot narrowed his eyes. "Adrian" "I'm just saying, your villa literally screams tragic gay main character" Elliot grabbed the nearest pillow immediately. "Get out" Adrian burst into laughter, dodging the pillow thrown at his face.

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.