Novel & Cerita I Quit Being The Villain

I kept telling him that we don’t need anyone in our life, we are better off alone. That made Villain upset, so we spent weeks arguing back and forth. Sometimes the arguments got to the point that he threatens to go to the moon goddess to ask to be released from me. making me become human. I did not care, I told him that he could do whatever made him happy then I blocked him. I kept him block for a week, when I pull my walls down Villain never say a word to me. He quietly thought that sometimes I thought that he disappeared, till I felt him running back and forth in my mind.

I dropped my forehead to her collarbone and clung to her like I was seven again and scared of the thunder. “You’re not a bad person, Sunflower,” she said softly, her breath warming the top of my head. “You’re just hurting.” I shook my head, fat tears dripping off my chin. “But I am the villain in someone’s story.” She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. Her thumb gently brushed away a tear. “And sometimes,” she said, “the villain is just someone who didn’t know how to save herself.” My chest cracked open. Right there on the hardwood floor, I broke again, but this time, not from shame.

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.

“I didn’t do a thing to that boy, Heather. Why won’t you believe me?” “Because you’re a damn liar,” I replied without missing a beat. “You had Patty killed. You lied to me and dad for years, and you have this stupid diabolical plan about making us rich. You’re literally a villain, mom.” I chuckled without humor; one filled with sadness and pity. “So I’m a villain for loving my family and wanting to take care of them?” “No, don’t turn this around. Don’t make yourself a victim.”

“And I’m tired of being the villain in stories I didn’t write.” The comments froze for a heartbeat. “Let’s get something straight,” I continued. “Brandy didn’t fake her accident. I didn’t push her. And I didn’t try to eliminate anyone. She’s recovering. She’s strong. And she doesn’t deserve this.” My pulse thundered in my ears. “You all want drama? Go make it somewhere else. But if you think I’m going to sit back and watch you tear her apart, you’ve picked the wrong guy.”

Done sacrificing myself for a man who'd never deserved it. I was choosing me. Choosing my baby. Choosing survival. And if that made me the villain in Damon's story, then so be it. I'd be the villain who got away. The villain who built a life he'd never be part of. The villain who won by leaving. And someday, maybe years from now, when he finally learned the truth about everything, when he realized how badly he'd fucked up, when he understood what he'd lost, it would be too late. I'd be gone.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

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"You don't know the half of the things I've done. I'm an ex-assassin. I'm not just bad, I'm horrible. Red knows it too. That's why he broke up with me" "He doesn't hate you, I know that. Why else would you still be here?" I said, folding my arms. She scoffed. "I'm not a very happy person. I thought I could make new friends but Dahlia already hates me. No matter how much I try to be good, I'm just never good enough. I tried to start a conversation with Dahlia and I messed it up. I don't know.... I guess, being the villain suits me better" . "You don't know that" I said.