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Victor Black stood before them, hands clasped behind his back, perfectly at ease. He smiled when he saw me. “Thank you all for gathering,” Victor said smoothly. “This is an unfortunate matter, but necessary. Whispers have been circulating, rumors and dangerous lies that threaten the stability of the Families.” His gaze landed on me. “We’re here to put them to rest.” Isabella stepped forward and without hesitation, she brushed her hair aside and revealed the scar at her neck. My stomach dropped. It was identical to mine. Gasps rippled through the chamber. Victor turned slightly, presenting her like evidence.

Even before she saw the face of the person, I knew who he was. The villain in my story. Leroi

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

"Unmasking Tasha Flynn—A Career Scammer Preying on Small Businesses with Vicious Tactics!" In the video, I was painted as a calculating, cold-hearted villain. They spun a narrative claiming I had exploited a loophole in the platform's policies to extort a gold bangle from the seller. Then, once I had what I wanted, I weaponized public opinion to destroy a small business the owner had spent over a decade building. My full name, phone number, and even my company's address were posted online, every detail listed with chilling accuracy. And right below it, they'd attached a photoshopped obituary picture of me.

I am dying, the way small things die in the shadows of reefs — quietly, alone, with no one watching except the sea itself. "Then come, little host. I have been waiting." "What — what are you — " "I am not a what. I am a who. I am the seed of a heart that the Tide Mothers buried so that the world would not be eaten. I am hungry. I am one third of the hunger that ate the Salt Throne. The other two thirds are looking for me. We will find each other. You will help." "I do not — I do not want to help — " "You did not want to die either, host. The first one is always an accident."

He had made them question my power. But a show of strength is just a performance. I walked to the wall safe and opened it. Inside were the tools of my trade. Burner phones. Encrypted drives. A pistol I had never used but kept close. I took out a burner phone and dialed a number I knew by heart. "It's me," I said when the voice answered. "I need you to find someone." "Who?" "Adrian Vale's weakness." I smiled into the darkness. "Her name is Isla. Find her. Watch her. And when the time is right..."

“And we’re yours,” Zia said proudly, linking her arm with mine like we were about to skip into battle. “So if we have to cause a little arson to protect your dignity, then baby—hand me the lighter.” My wolf purred like a demon cat inside me. (I like them. I want to howl with them. We should form a girl gang. We’ll call ourselves The Biters.) “I can’t believe this is real,” I groaned. “One second I’m sparring like a respectable Omega, the next second I’m apparently auditioning to be Lucian’s Luna by dry-humping him in front of toddlers. And now I’m a villain? For winning?!”

“The man who raised me, Roberto Rival..was undercover. Digging evidence against the strongest Don in the region. That’s where he found me. In the middle of it.” I stopped in front of her. “I don’t work for any government. I operate on my own terms. But I use my power to take monsters down.” I clenched my fists. “I have enemies because of that. They don’t know who the Killer really is. And I kept it that way, to protect the people I love.” “Zed…” she whispered, realization dawning. “You don’t trust me,” I continued quietly. “And the worst part?” My voice dropped. “You used the child we just found out about today to force the truth out of me.”

To hear her talk like I was the enemy. She didn’t answer, but I saw the hesitation in her eyes, the way she looked away. “You don’t get to decide who the villain is, Isadora,” I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Not when your own father is the one who set you up for this.” She froze.