Mistakenly Saving The Villain Novels & Stories

Claude rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest as Vincent continued. “The ones with the villain complex are more realistic and care about their survival. So, when they see someone in trouble, they ignore. But the ones with the hero complex have this misconception that they can save the whole world. So they try to be this superhero who saves everybody’s day. I think she suffers from the hero complex and so does that squirrel savior.” “You can be as selfish as you want, Vincent, but—”

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

"That was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened and it's all in the last now. Don't you wanna know why I've been maltreating you?" I raised my brows, but he continued. "It was to confuse our enemies. If we accepted you like that right off the bat, everyone would have rejected it. Even Rutherford. That's why I had to be the villain, because I knew my father would try to save you, or my brother which is a guarantee." "Liar—" I gasped. I found it hard to believe.

Just a revenge plot that destroyed everyone I loved. "I'm sorry," Chen says. "I know this isn't what you wanted to hear. But we needed you to know. Your grandfather's still out there. Still dangerous. Still—" "Still the real villain," Damien finishes. "Not my father. Mine was just a monster. Hers was a mastermind." We drive back to Montana in silence. Both processing. Both understanding. We were all pawns. All of us. Playing roles in a game we didn't understand.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed. Those injuries came from him getting drunk and crashing into a glass liquor cabinet the week before. I was the one who treated them. Vivian fell silent for a moment before slowly sitting back down. Nathan's eyes lit up. He thought his sob story had worked. The floating comments exploded. [The male lead is seriously disgusting. He blames everything on the villainess! Those injuries were obviously his own fault!] [Forget the romance. I just want to watch these two women team up and destroy this scumbag.]

"You have some experience with that, Olivia. I would think you might recognize it." The room was quiet. Outside, somewhere in the neighborhood, a dog was barking at something. "I've known you for five years," Victor said. "I have watched you carefully for five years, because my grandson was not watching carefully enough and someone needed to." He set his water glass down. "You are not a villain. I want to be clear about that because I think you may have come here half expecting me to say otherwise. You are a frightened woman who found a mechanism that worked and used it long past the point where it was defensible. That is a very human thing to do. It does not make you evil. It makes you some