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"If you come, then you will not come." “Thinking about it, again and again, I still feel sad for the female villain, now that I intentionally help the female villain, what should I do? And if I don't help the female villain, I feel something weird." “Never mind. Take care of yourself first.” Phedra Elizabeth denies responsibility for the character. The male lead holds her in his arms. "Let's go back."

"I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back." "No," I said, pulling back to look at him. "That’s what he wants. He wants you to be the violent, unstable boy the papers are describing. We have to play this differently." I looked at the shattered glass on the floor, the shards catching the light. I was a red-flag woman now, according to the world. A fallen woman. Fine. If they wanted a villain, I would give them one. But I wouldn't be Victor’s trophy, and I wouldn't be Seven’s victim.

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

She chuckled and took a sip. "Villains are meant to die so they could leave their happy ending." Good point. "We are the villains in this story, correct? We cause misery because we have been drowning in it. But villains are victims too. We just learn to fight for ourselves." I wanted to defend us but she was right. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Jane."

she muttered she slowly uncrossed her legs, got up from the chair where she was seated and walked up to me, she sat beside me at the edge of the bed. “I went through a lot with my family members, I understand that villains are not born their made, but whatever situation made a villain it’s because the they wanted it too, so that’s not your problem,” she said trying to make me feel better. I sniffled deeply and shook my head slowly. “But I’m sitting on what rightfully belongs to him,” “Shall I just give it up to him and end all of these once and for all? It’s the only solution I can see right now!” I said to her, she shook her head almost immediately and took my hands in hers.

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 know, right. I definitely choose the painful thing you’ve told someone.” I take another bite of my burger. I almost let out a moan since it’s my very first meal for the day. “Why?” “I have listened to many stories where people being victims. I want to see the sides of villains. How and why did they do something cruel to another?” I laughed, “you are such a psychopath.” “It’s not wrong to see things from different side, bro.”

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.