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he asked Claudia angrily. "Because I had no proof. Ryder was already angry and biased towards her. What if he didn't believe me and the whole thing backfired? I couldn't risk anything happening to my family." she explained. "So why are you telling me this now? What is the need?" he asked her. "I was going to tell you during the general werewolf meeting. But since I saw you here, I think I should tell you. Lily is more dangerous and powerful than you think. I found out that she has been selling Eternal Chaos to vampires, rogues and even humans."

So, he calmly replied, "Oh my. My plan was busted." Goosebumps appeared on Slyvester's skin. Vincent pored at him and smirked. When it comes to being grumpy, Terban tops the list. If it's silly, Chaylen should take the rank one. But when it comes to being so cunning, then Vincent will take the crown. Vincent is one of those ardent guy who has yet to make plans to back down quickly. "Do you think I'll stop?" Vincent smiled. "As long as you are not married, I will be the great villain of your life." An evil grin spread on his lips.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

"Morrigwen — what is — what is the third pearl — " "Ah." Her smile is the first warm thing I have seen in this trench. "Eighth. The third pearl is the only piece of good news this prison has. It is hidden. The Silver does not know where. The Black does not know where. *I* do not know where. The Tide Mothers buried it so well that not even the prisoners can find it. As long as it stays hidden, the entity beneath us cannot wake. Find it. Hide it better. Do not let her near it. That is your work, eighth. Not vengeance. Not your purple boy. Not your rose cousin. The third pearl. Everything else is — "

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

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.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

Alexander's eyes swept the deck, recognizing faces from the most-wanted posters—murderers, thieves, the worst of the worst. There was Leighton, the infamous Bomber, with a rap sheet of explosions stretching into the double digits and a death toll to match. There was Alvin, the arms dealer, responsible for funneling weapons into Yarica. There was also Elena, the deadly Black Widow, weaving webs of deceit in marriages only to kill for cash. It was as if by some twisted stroke of fate, all those villains were packed into one place. Alexander pondered whether he should play the hero and rid the world of those vermin.

"You have ten seconds to leave." Victoria tilted her head. "Still pretending you don't know what happened to Daniel?" Alessia went completely still. Victoria smiled. "I didn't come here to hurt Amara." She reached into her coat. Security immediately raised their weapons. Victoria slowly pulled out a small envelope. "I came to give her something." Alessia didn't move. "What?" Victoria held the envelope toward Amara. "Something your father left behind." Amara stared at it. "What is it?" Victoria's smile disappeared.