My Wife Is The Destined Villainess Novels & Stories

Then, he directed his narrative toward his true target. “My wife, Avery, is a good woman. A wonderful mother,” he said, his voice cracking. “But she is currently… under the influence of people who do not have her best interests at heart. She is in a gilded cage, surrounded by cunning and powerful individuals who are manipulating her emotions for their own gain.” Sarah gasped. “Damn. He’s talking about you! He’s actually accusing you of being a villain! Oh, that fucker!” she then rolled her eyes.

Alessandro thought of her at that moment playing the role of a Queen on the screen. Or an empress, a wild seductress with the most virginal exotic features who lured subjects with her charms. A femme fatale. That was what his wife had become to him. "Yes. We weren't forbidden from seeing other people in the original contract, were we?" Eve had taken a bait, she couldn't really remember if that clause had been in the contract. But when her husband's eyes darkened and his fingers clenched into fists, she knew she had been right.

The wife making the husband out to be the villain? “Th-the wife- me wife?” I stammered, confused by what I just read. “I am the blogger, so me wife? I’m making out my husband to be the villain? Making Eliot out to be the villain?? Eliot is the villain here! Why would I need to make up anything? What is this??” Now that had my attention. My earlier sentiments to not want to read comments just yet, shifting to the side I searched through the comments. Spotting that same username everywhere. “He has been dropping comments? Not one but… 3? 4? 5??? All from one person?”

He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deserved and was worth. And most importantly… I promised myself solemnly and clearly that from now onwards, every single woman he brought into his life, every single woman who dared to step inside my territory, disrespect me, or think they could easily replace me and take everything I had built and protected for years… I would deal with them exactly the same way I dealt with Chloe. I would slap them, humiliate them, and shut them down instantly and mercilessly. I would put every

Men like him were rare and difficult to find, therefore she had decided to become his second wife. But slowly as she tried to convince him she realized that she was miserable. She went to bed every night feeling like the villain of a romance story. The villain who tries to come in between the hero and the heroine. She didn’t want to be the villain. She didn't want to go to bed feeling guilty and mean. She didn't want to be selfish or greedy. She knew she had to let him go, not just for his sake but for herself as well. Deep down she knew she wouldn't be happy after ruining someone else's happiness.

-In a Snap she ran away like a little rabbit who stole a carrot and protected it from others . " Crazy "- Zander muttered and shooked his head . Her back view of running looks like some school girl . Definitely he married a kid .Aish what a fate . But he knew one thing that his life is going to be colourful like a rainbow in a storm .She will be his sunshine whom he waited till now . Finally she is his wife running around his whole house like a Queen but --A Small troublemaker queen .Whom he should definitely cherish her till his last breath .

Where the fuck did my dumb wife get a listening device from? And then she said. She said two names I was really beginning to hate hearing nowadays. Jasmine and her lover Fabiano. Two disgusting dimwits. They had mapped out a plan to get rid of me and dared to pull the stupidest shit by dragging my wife into this. How stupid can they be? Victoria obediently vomited everything, every disgusting fucking lie that Jasmine had fed her. She chose me. Even though I'm not the nicest man around but she still didn't betray me.

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.

She was sweating profusely in the video as she begged her husband, tears running down her face like a dam. "Please William, I beg you, we didn't had any fight, while the gun?" She trembled slightly, as she hugged the couch near her, begging her husband. "Oh, Dear, I have to compensate someone with your blood" Her husband laughed hysterically. Her blood? Compensate? Her head banged archly, as she gazed at her husband with fear, "Who wants my blood?" "Look, it is the under world don that wants your blood, he is thirty to drink your blood, so I have to give him yours" He explained, his eyes turning darker.

“Scarlet, thank you for raising two such outstanding sons for me for years. I’m really pleased with them.” I stormed over, and with rage on my face, I slapped them all in the face. “Cheaters!” When they saw this, the words started popping up like mushrooms after rain. [What’s wrong with the villainess? How dare she hit the protagonists?] [She was just asked to help raise the boy. She’s so petty. As a villainess, she should know her place!] Wendy got worked up and started yelling at me. “Scarlet, you jinx! How dare you hit your own husband?! I’m going to get Steven to divorce you right now!”