Romans & histoires La Villana Es Una Marioneta

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Camilla muttered under her breath, pacing a little and fuming in a frustrated rage. Lilliana furrowed her brows slightly at her. "What's up with you?" Lilliana asked, looking between her friend and the vegetables she was chopping. "You look like someone just stole your candy," Lilliana said, chuckling. "Yes. Someone stole my candy. That filthy stranger is stealing Mario from me." Camilla blurted. "Shh," Lilliana shushed, looking behind her. The two maids took a sneaky peek at them but faced their work.

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

The blue one agreed, “She has been staring at us like a dimwitted fool.” “I do not like her eyes.” “Those fake red hair!” “She is skinny as a dead tree.” “Which man would like her?” “I am sure that she is flat there.” “At least, Viesssa has big boobs.” “I fell on her boobs once. She screamed like a madwoman.” “I remember how you survived Kaige’s wrath.” The blue spider shivered. “He nearly burned the palace down. Others died because of you while you hid under Viessa’s skirt.” “She has nice thighs.” The brown one smirked. “Pale and smooth thighs.”

I hum as I shrug my shoulders. “You mean, you're being nosey?” He chuckles, loosening up. “Yeah, I suppose you can say that. So??” “Nope, I'm married to my job at the moment.” “Hmmm,” I nod my head, “So you know everything that goes on at the villa, right?” “You could say that. I've been around long enough to know that if you start poking your nose where it's not welcomed, Don Valentino has a specific way of getting his point across to those who get caught.” His voice turns icy cold and his eyes gleam with penitence.

Lyv noticed that the unexpected visitor appeared to have been drinking. The face of the woman who introduced herself as Vana suddenly softened before speaking, “Good evening, Mamita. How are you?” The old woman let out a smirk. “There’s nothing good in the evening anymore now that you’re here. And as far as I remember, I didn’t give you permission to call me Mamita. It’s Madam Anastacia Dela Vega to you, Miss Enriquez.” Vana was speechless, and her face showed a trace of embarrassment. Lyv couldn’t stand herself anymore, so she stepped closer to the old woman to intervene. “That’s enough, Mamita.”

Vanilla's father died when she was fifteen years old and Xaviera chose not to remarry until now even though Vanilla doesn't mind at all if she has a stepfather. Xaviera is a strong woman, since her husband died she raised Vanilla with her own hard work from the cake shop she started from zero until now it has become one of the biggest bakeries in Barcelona. Vanila Bakery has ten branches spread across various strategic locations in Barcelona. Vanilla wants to be like her mother, to be a strong woman who doesn't depend on anyone and only has one love in her life.

“She left him. She was the only girl who had managed to shake Luca completely. All you do is mess with him, and he might play these games with you, but he’d be bored with you… and soon.” “That’s not true,” I yelled, faltering all defensive, but Viviana only tilted her head and let out a hollow laugh before grinning again. She circled her thumb around the handle of the teacup, still holding my gaze. “This isn’t the first time he’d played games… and you broke, didn’t you? A Moretti… sold and forced into marriage. All it took for you was some silly words and you ran back to him. You broke way too easily. You think he wants an emotional woman by his side? Think, Isabella,” Viviana deadpanned as

He handed it over to Lana and stood aside, his expression stoic and hard. Lana carefully took the document just as Vera eyed it suspiciously like it was a letter bomb. "You say this Romero Villa does not belong to me," she stated , not merely a question. Vera stared down her nose at her, "Hmmph! You have nothing to your name in Romero! Why are you pretending as of you were not just a gold digging evil whore?!" Even though, Lana was a CEO of her own company, as well as the heiress to a huge conglomerate like Fernandez Empire, Vera still saw her as a gold digger who deceived her poor mother inlaw and trapped her son, leading to his death now.