Novel & Cerita I Quit Being The Villain

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Was I to blame that I wanted to change the purpose of my life? No, but I indeed was to be blamed for not accepting that new purpose faster, I gave up on my revenge because I didn't want to become like my sperm donor. I didn't want to become the villain in my mate's life, but unknowingly I became the villain of my own life. I shouldn't have gone there, I shouldn't have!

“That’s exactly what happened that night, isn’t it?” “It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said, shaking my head. “People for reasons best known to them, see what they want to see.” Damian frowned, his brows furrowed in confusion, and it was clear he was trying to work out some puzzle from my life. “You’re considering giving up too easily,” he said. “Excuse me?” “You’re giving them the privilege to direct the narrative. If you don’t find a way and fight back, they’ll make you the villain in your own story.”

Everything was enough to make Dad give his entire attention to that bastard. “He didn’t challenge Dad. He impressed him,” I said. “And I became the difficult one.” “You became resentful,” Pearl corrected, " Because you wanted to become what he was becoming... without trying!" “I became realistic,” I shot back. “I understood that if I didn’t take control, I’d be erased.” “You erased yourself,” she said. “You turned into the villain of your own story.” I pressed her neck tighter, my knee between her legs until she had nowhere to move.

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.

Another reached out blindly before realizing he no longer needed to. The chamber filled with sound— relief, disbelief, and gratitude tangled with guilt. When it was done, I stepped back and they looked at me now. Really looked. Not as a weapon. Not as a monster. But as something… deliberate. I raised my voice, not shouting, but carrying across the chamber. “You were not born villains,” I said. “And you were not made rebels by destiny. You chose a path because it felt like the only one left.” I met their gazes steadily.

I shut the pair of glass doors behind me, hugging myself over my sweater. I lean against the railing, pressing the palms of my hands on the cold concrete as I stare out at the grounds. Tavin’s words echo in my mind, and slowly, their meaning begins to take shape. All of us have done bad things. Some have done worse things than others. But to someone, you’re the villain. In somebody’s story, there’s always a villain. And all villains have their own villain. The realization settles over me. I glance back through the glass doors, catching sight of Tavin standing guard.

“We start by rewriting your story.” “My story?” she repeated. “The media calls you a homewrecker,” Julian said, turning to face her. “They say you chased after Cheng, ruined his wedding, leaked a sex tape. Right now, your name is poison. But what if we changed that? What if you stopped being the villain and became the victim?” Vivian stared at him, speechless. Julian’s smirk deepened. “I’ll clear your name. I’ll make the world see you differently. But in return, you’ll work with me.”

"So you're finally on my side, huh?" That was confirmed when I got to the borders and the guards stationed there didn't stop me. They only asked me a few questions which I answered—not truthfully, duh—and they let me through. I didn't look back once as I drove out the territory. The world had succeeded in breaking me. This was how villains were made. They weren't born, they were turned when life kept hitting them and gave them no chance to breathe. I had thought I had a future with Darius. I had thought he was the one. I had thought that maybe… just maybe, I could be happy.

"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.