La Villana Es Una Marioneta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nyonya Herlinda sighed in annoyance, pushing her hair back. "What does that woman want? Why does she have to create this accidental scenario at the zoo?" "So, Mak thinks the same way?" Nyonya Herlinda nodded, "Yes, Mak thinks that way. Whatever Viona's plan is, Mak will never agree to have Sebastian return to her. She's a disgraceful woman! She dared to cheat and hurt my Sebastian!" Nyonya Herlinda was furious. The middle-aged woman held Tera's hand tightly. "Is Viona's presence the reason you felt like you were in the darkness?"

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

Erella said, voice laced with fatigue. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. The assistants flinched. Even the chandeliers trembled—or maybe that was just collective fear. Then, the Marchioness’s lips curved into a sweet, deceptive smile. “Just one more time, dear. I promise.” Gasps filled the air. The staff stared in disbelief. The Marchioness Camille, terror of the capital’s noble society, was pleading with a girl? Erella gave in with a long sigh. “Okay. But you promise this is the last one.”

“You’re saying I’m just a pawn to you?” “Essentially, yes,” Victor replied with a casual shrug. “You see, Lila, the world thrives on images, on narratives. And you were part of a perfect story. But now, that story is unraveling, and we can’t afford to let you keep it alive.” My thoughts raced, trying to connect the dots. “So, what are you going to do with me? Just erase me from the picture?” I felt a surge of anger rising within me, a desperate need to fight back against the helplessness that threatened to consume me.

You can save him. "But why?" I ask. She just looked at me seriously. "My Son is the first born of Villanueva and he is the only man in our clan." She said I was cold when I heard the surname Villanueva. Villanueva is one of the richest in the country and as far as I know the child is all female and only one male. Sometimes they go to the restaurant where I work and I can say their lifestyle is very luxurious. They just had lunch but the restaurant was closed so that there would be no disturbance.

Andrea asked, though his voice had already dropped. Mrs. Villanueva laughed, but there was no humor in it. “What am I talking about?” she repeated. “Well,I am talking about Issabella.” “Don’t bring her into this,” he said quietly. “Oh, I will!” she snapped. “I will bring her into this because you don’t get to act innocent!” “She died because of you!” Mrs. Villanueva continued, her voice rising with every word. “Because of your carelessness and selfishness!” “You made us believe she was fine,while you treated her like a slave in her matrimonial home! You kept saying she was okay, that everything was under control—”

Felicia replied as casually as possible. "Isshh, I knew it. The life of rich people like them won't suit us. I should have advised you earlier. Poor thing, you must be disappointed that you've become Mr. Diego's plaything," Vilia said sincerely. Yes... Vilia is actually a good and sincere friend. It's just that she's the type of person who needs a detailed explanation to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe her brain is a little off. However, Vilia's misunderstanding was something Felicia was happy about.

she said giving them stinky eye. "Will a belly dance work?" Emiliano asked her sarcastically to which her eyes lit up immediately and she nodded her head immediately. "What? You didn't take it seriously, did you?" Emiliano asked her bewildered and she again nodded at her head making him to slap him forehead. "It was sarcastic, Mi charlatán." he sad sighing wiping the smile off her face. "It was as bad as you painting." Vanessa commented. "But I never painted before." Emiliano said to her confusingly.

“Then call his room and tell him his cousin Isadora wants to talk to him.” The woman did just that, nodding as she spoke into the phone. “All right, Mr. Vitiello.” She hung up and smiled politely at me. “The presidential suite on the thirtieth floor.” I headed toward the elevators. Elia shook his head as he stalked after me. “He probably thinks it’s a trap and awaits with blazing guns. Luca is the most distrustful man I know, and for good reason.” “Well, he won’t shoot a pregnant woman. And he knows me, so calm down.”