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he sighed, “I have no excuse for what I did. I'm a terrible father and I know that, but please forgive me and let me fix my mess.” “Now that's the thing,” I snarled. “My hatred for you has escalated to all rich people, not only because of what you did, but because they killed Timmy! I’ve seen how rich people like you treat people of lower class. I will make them all suffer, and I certainly don't mind being the villain.” “You're not a villain, Kevin!” Taylor yelled the moment I reached the door, about to go outside. I smirked and turned slightly to the left. “Villains aren't born, father,” I whispered, “they're made!”

"No, you didn't do this. Helena did. And we are going to catch that undead motherfucker, this time, I'll make sure she can't come back to life." There was determination in his voice as he said it and it made me smile. "I'm glad I have my own personal hero." He shrugged. "I wouldn't call myself a hero. Not many people like me. I'd say that I'm your very own Villain." I laughed. "Right. . ." I began to walk away. "We should go home and re-strategise." I heard him fall into step behind me and I barely made it three steps when I felt a sudden zap in my core.

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

But Camilla, she killed and tormented for her amusement. She did terrible things just because she found it entertaining. That is what is scary: a villain with a clear motive can be somewhat changed. But someone who kills merely for fun isn’t someone who can be trusted. I have heard from my parents about how the people who were considered villains actually thought they were helping the world. Yes, they caused a lot of harm but in their opinions, they really thought they were changing the world. Others believed that you need to burn the world down first so you can build it up.

And besides it has been so long since I tortured someone and I knew Ava couldn't handle my methods. And as much as I hate to admit it, I don't care if you are a pussy or a dick, I handle them all the same, that's one of the things I learnt from my master. A rogue is a rogue, a traitor is a traitor, they all should be killed. I slowly unbuttoned my shirts, my smirked widened. My shirt was fucking expensive and I have already lost my favourite hood to the beast's blood, I don't want no blood on any of my shirt again.

I dropped into it heavily, the leather groaning under my weight. No one trusted me anymore. Not my warriors. Not my people. Not even Xavier, the one man who had stood at my side through more than a decade of blood and betrayal. If even he now hated me… then maybe I truly was the villain they whispered about in the halls. But this was the only way I knew how to win. The only way to protect what mattered was to be cruel enough to be feared. The others didn’t need to understand it, they only needed to obey it.