Romans & histoires I Only Treat Villains

"Argh!" I swung again, his left hand, then his right again, shattering the bones until I was satisfied. His hands hung uselessly, battered beyond recognition. Blood trickled down from a split on his temple, dripping onto the concrete floor. I would have preferred his mouth but I have a reason. As always, I love hearing my victims cry for help. It just calms me down. "You ready to talk now?" I asked calmly. Still quiet. No problem. I preferred when they made it difficult. I walked over to the breaker box on the side wall and flicked the main switch.

On my wedding day, my sworn enemy, Kieran Steel, slams his foot on the gas and rams his car straight into my wedding car. If he can't have me, then he'd rather die with me. He ends up gravely injured, while I lose my memory. He limps over to me and pulls me into his arms. His face is alight with joy as he tells me he's the man I love. After tying the knot, Kieran cherishes and keeps me hidden away like his most prized treasure for five whole years until he finally grows tired of me. A young woman named Talulah Clive shows up at our friends' gathering. Both her appearance and personality are identical to the old me. With a cheeky grin, she insists we play "Never Have I Ever". "I've been

His eyes widened in realisation, wrapping his hands around my right shoe, he begged for mercy. " Fucking hell no, Xavier Hill has countless enemies who wants his life. You have seen his face and want me to have mercy on you? In your dreams!" I chuckled glaring down at his pathetic face. Everytime I see criminals playing victims and asking for mercy for their brutal crimes, my blood boils in rage. More importantly if someone rejects a deal with me, I am very intolerant towards business loss. Either by force or power, I try to get what I want. The things which amuses my eyes are definitely what I own soon. Just like Ishabella, I want her to become mine.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

"Until what?" "Until they're as broken as I was. Until they're destroyed from the inside out. Until they beg for the mercy I'll never give." I looked out the window. "And then only then I release the data. I let the world see what they really are. And I watch them burn." "You've become the villain." "No." I smiled. Cold. Empty. "I've become what they made me. And that's so much worse than a villain." "What's worse than a villain?"

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

His face was unreadable so I didn't know what was going on in his head. “Calm down. I won't do anything to you. I will leave now.” Saying that he left and I almost collapsed on the floor. ‘See, I told you—he will never reject us. He's not like those men who hurt you. He's like the villain in romantic books. You should know villains love their loved one unconditionally. They worship the land from where their loved one walked. You are lucky to have him. Accept him.’ Zia started nagging me again.

This is a prison with sunsets. But still, his words echoed inside my chest… and it hurt. Just a little. They say villains aren’t born—they’re made. And tonight, as the sky dimmed and the stars blinked into existence, I realized something I had spent years avoiding: I made him. I made the villain. Noel wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always… unhinged. Possessive. Dangerous. He used to laugh with his whole chest. He used to love without fear, without asking for anything in return but my time. My honesty.