Romans & histoires I Only Treat Villains

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

Anything had a solution, even my pain had one. Something in me blew the fondness I had for myself and hatred seeped deep inside. Hatred against the Jamaerah. I heard this place made the negative feeling stronger but I didn’t need the help of this place to hate the Jamaerah. I saw them as my mortal enemies. Once I would go outside, I would have my revenge. I wasn’t a villain but against them, I would become one. However, would killing a villain be considered a villainous act? No, it was a heroic act. I would give the world a means to peace.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

I ranted and his lips twitched in amusement as I finished my little rant. "You make it sound like I’m a villain.” He murmured, that infuriatingly smooth voice of his making the words sound almost playful. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, “You are a villain, Zade. Who else would kidnap someone back to their own city?” “A villain, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze darkening just a fraction as he leaned in slightly, “If I’m a villain, what does that make you?” “Your victim.” I shot back without hesitation, lifting my chin defiantly.

In reality, she’s just the easiest way to break him. I caught Kai’s eye from across the lawn. I didn't hide. I didn't smirk. I just gave him a slow, mocking nod. I wanted him to know it was me. What’s the point of a trap if the prey doesn't know who set it? He started toward me, his hands balled into fists, but Ava grabbed his arm. She was crying now. Good. Tears make for a better story when the campus blog picks this up in an hour. So, here’s the thing about being the villain. People think it’s about hate. It’s not. It’s about balance. Kai had the girl, the fame, and the future. I just wanted my turn.

“Listen to me. Whatever game you’re playing, stop. The king is here tonight, and if you embarrass yourself again, your father won’t be able to save you.” I felt a chill run down my spine. My father. One more person whose future I knew only from the pages of a book. I couldn’t afford another scandal, especially not one I started on purpose. “I’m not playing a game,” I said. “I just don’t want to hurt someone who hasn’t done anything to me tonight.” Tessa slowly let go of my arm. “Since when do you care what happens to Seraphina?” I couldn’t think of an answer that wouldn’t make me sound crazy.

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

What kind of love uses rope to keep you close? Maybe I saw him through rose-tinted glasses. I ignored all the red flags, warning signs, and weird family dynamics because I was newly divorced and desperate for help getting revenge on Martin and his mistress. People always talk about villains as if you can spot them in a crowd. But the truth is, the worst ones are the ones who believe they are doing the right thing—the ones who call it love when it’s really control. And that’s what William is to me now—a man with good intentions and dangerous capabilities.

He wanted power, and he was convinced he could get it. "Okay, so here's the thing," I started, trying to keep my voice calm, even though I was boiling inside. "I'm really not a fan of all this 'evil villain' stuff. You know, the long speeches, the threats, the dramatic pauses. It's just... boring."