If We Were Villains Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not with weapons drawn. But with rescue harnesses. We had written our first counter-chapter. The universe was watching. And for the first time, the villains were the ones who had stayed to fight the fire.

"I told you what the official report said." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" "Because I didn't have proof." Amara's voice became smaller. "Do you have proof now?" "No." "Then what do you have?" "A reason to believe the report was fabricated." Amara felt dizzy. "Who fabricated it?" "I don't know." "Victoria?" "Possibly." "You keep saying possibly." "Because I won't lie to you just to make this easier." Amara looked at her for a long moment. That was the problem with Alessia.

I tell her, thinking of tiny Heather’s big eyes focused on me when she’d think about it, knowing I’d have all the right answers. The witch’s head tilts, “What would you tell her?” She asks, and I smile looking over at the multicolored skies as the sun starts to set. “I’d tell her she was right, but also wrong. I’d say it’s not the things the villain does per say that makes them the villain. It’s the inability to empathize with their opponents point of view. Their inability to know right from wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I tell her, and she ticks her tongue. “Do you still feel that way?”

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

Ayesha stared at the screen, Davos’ words still echoing in her head. “…I’m coming for you.” The news broadcast ended, but the damage was done. The world believed they were the villains. Every government, every intelligence agency, every bounty hunter with a grudge—they were all coming. Adrian ran a hand through his hair. “I hate when the bad guy gets to tell the story first.” Leena exhaled. “So what’s the play? Do we disappear, regroup, or hit back harder?” Ayesha clenched her jaw. No more running.

"You didn't do anything but shine a light on the rot, Xender. They brought the darkness on themselves." "You think so? You really think I’m not the villain in this story?" "There are no heroes in the Nightfall Territory, only survivors. You didn't do a single thing wrong." "I wasn't even theirs to begin with. The lie was their only foundation." "Exactly. The foundation cracked. You just stepped away before the roof collapsed." "You’re trying to absolve me, Varkane." "I’m telling you the truth. You owe them nothing." "Everything went quiet for a moment there. When you said that."

"We let them think they are winning. Let Arthur think Vincent will save his bankrupt company. Let Vincent think Arthur is a useful pawn. Let them form their dangerous alliance, have their dinners, sign their contracts funded by Victor Kane's dirty money that we already traced 87% and will freeze next week." He smiled, dark, wolf smile, not snake smile. "And then we break them both at the same time. At the Sterling annual meeting. In front of everyone who doubted you." I looked up at him, this man who came home with blood on his shirt because his cousin brought my ex-fiancé to insult me. "Julian," I said, "are we becoming villains?" "No," he said, carrying me upstairs, Mark discreetly disappe

"We're dealing with some pretty talented people. It's quite possible this could blow up in our faces." "Bite your tongue, woman," Finn warned. "In just a couple of days, we will finally have the revenge we've been seeking for longer than I can remember. This is going to change the face of the Ternion forever, and we are going to be the ones to make it happen." While everyone else laughed and enjoyed a moment, Camilla sat quietly, wondering how she had ended up a villain, and why her teammates didn't realize that villains never win. Never. * * *

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

She asked. "Well, my warning applies to everything, not only him," I shrugged. "You know what? It's most likely for someone like Miss Maria to be stabbed in the back. They will pretend to be weak on the outside since Miss Maria is too soft-hearted." After I finished my words, I realized how funny this situation was. A villainess lecturing the heroine about the danger of being too kind. But I just couldn't help but be concerned, especially after what happened today.