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I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

‘Vaenna Jewelry was frequently in the limelight some time ago, not to mention that this young lady named Willow Vanderbilt was deeply involved in the scandal that framed Ms. Santiago. ‘If it wasn’t because she had Marina’s bracelet…’ “The incident with Ms. Santiago, is it really your doing?” “That isn’t my doing.” Willow pretended to be aggrieved. “I got framed. I don’t even know Ms. Santiago, and I don’t know why she would frame me.”

he said excitedly as he run, whizzing on the air like an arrow after being released from the bow. Their eyes meet. Viller desired to read the truth on her eyes. He is skeptical enough to ponder on the situation. Why on earth would Maridelle came out of nowhere and run to them telling them to bring her to their King, who from the time he had heard about what she can do, yearned to utilize her ability for his own good? Even if it will cost her her life, as long as he is benifitting from her, Hodor won’t care; Maridelle knows that. However, whatever it is, Viller knows the situation is favoring him. It will satisfy his king. “What are you planning lady?” he asked, with a scrutiny wrapping the s

A light drizzle began to fall that night. The sky over Bali looked gray, as if mirroring the weight in Vania’s heart. She sat alone on the back terrace of the villa, lit only by the dim glow of the garden lights. Her laptop glowed in front of her, still replaying the same video. > “I just wanted to get you back, Dev... So I pretended to be pregnant. It was all a lie. Even the clinic letter was fake.” Lyra’s voice echoed like a curse in her ears. Vania closed her eyes, holding her breath, but the tightness in her chest remained. Her hand covered her mouth, trying to stifle the sob that threatened to escape.

Viviana is a lucky-divorced millionaire woman who gets all the dough. Outside the house, Viviana continued staring at the calm deep blue sea, sighing deeply. This time she let her tears fall, since no one was around to witness the pain of her downfall. She gave up so easily. She gave up her marriage without a fight. If only her husband loved her a little bit more, she would fight to death. But how can she fight the mate bond? Her husband belongs to someone else, and it would be futile to keep forcing herself on her husband when love is no longer present in their marriage.

Not when everything he was offering was a lie. “I’m not yours,” Lian whispered, barely audible. Cheng’s eyes darkened. “Yet.” He stood, slowly, brushing his fingers along Lian’s jaw with casual confidence, then stepped away to pour himself another drink. Lian let out a slow exhale the moment his back was turned. “who was she by the way” Lian asked but got no reply. ………. THE HERNANDEZ VILLA……….. Vivian sat in a side lounge, legs crossed, eyes blankly watching the room. Her fingers drummed against her glass of champagne—untouched.

"Viona Vale, what game is this? You clawed your way into Theron's tent to marry into power. Now, with the chance in your lap, you call for me instead?" The wind bit hard. Snow pressed down like that final day. Vionna could barely breathe. Fists clenched, she met Marzella's gaze. "If you don't go in now, he won't survive." A low groan rose from within the tent. Marzella's expression shifted. With a crack of her whip, she shoved Vionna aside and stormed through the flap. Moments later, fabric tore. Then came the sounds—raw, unmistakable.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

"It makes the heart slow down until the body thinks it's dying." My hands don't shake as I reach out to drag the small glass vial off his shelf. This is a test. If Willow wants to play with poisons, I will let her. I will let her drop her poison into the water supplies at the Ridge. I will let her think she has outsmarted me, that she has found a quiet way to break my squad before we even cross the perimeter line. And then I will take her plan, turn it upside down, and use it to choke her with her own trap.

She raised a finger to her lips and fake-coughed twice, finally drawing both their attention. “Don't you guys think Selena is basically the human embodiment of a damsel in distress? She acts like everyone owes her something. I hate people like that. Seriously, what is she putting on that act for every single day?” Seeing that Mariana was getting more and more worked up, Vessara hurried over and tugged lightly at her sleeve, motioning for her to keep quiet. After making sure nobody else had heard Mariana's rant, Vessara finally breathed a sigh of relief.