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A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

” Nyssa smirked before chanting the same death spell that killed her mate. “You can’t destroy me, bitch !” Vlad barked. “Well I am. Happy Journey to Hell, you rotten dog. Skadoosh !” Nyssa chimed and that was revenge served best cold !! The ultimate revenge. Now it was chatting time with the villain’s harem of witches. Just couldn’t wait to show those bitches their true place- in the pots of boiling oil in hell !! From the far corner of the pack land, when she heard Zompano’s cries, she knew her husband must be smiling at them right now.

Only the raw, unyielding power of her wrath remained. In the arena above, dragons hissed in surprise. “She killed him?” “With a stick?” “Such an interesting development” On the screen, Valia knelt beside the corpse, pulled the dagger from is belt, and turned toward the next sound.

“I’m asking you to remind him what fear feels like. To remind Max that perfection cracks when you press too hard.” A pause. “Besides, isn’t there still part of you that wants her to suffer? Just a little? You can also get rid of her at the same time. And then Max will be completely yours. I already told you before that he most likely loves you back. So Gianna is the villain that should die.” The room went still. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t tell if she was speaking or if the thought had already been in my head, waiting for her to give it voice.

The sorceress’s eyes dropped briefly toward my neck before lifting back to mine again. “But that is no longer possible because she already marked you. And now, rejecting her is no longer the solution anymore. There is only one solution now that will end this all.” “And what exactly is that?” Commander Vale asked slowly, and more cautiously. She held my gaze steadily before delivering the final words that made the entire room feel colder despite the unbearable heat pressing against my skin. “She must be killed.”

"One word from you and I save you both. I can even help you reclaim your Alpha title. And still — you won't let me help?" [She's right — it's literally one sentence. Why make everything so complicated?] [At the end of the day, a villainess is still a villainess. When it really matters, you need the real heroine.] [Besides, the villainess is badly hurt. Without the heroine's help, they'll both die here.] Adrian didn't spare Serena a glance. He and Damien tore into each other, all pretense of brotherhood abandoned, each hell-bent on killing the other.

Keira's Pov I adjusted myself on the bed, holding onto Damien's arm desperately, “You can't do this. It's wrong. You can't just decide to kill the Alphas, and… how sure am I that you won't kill me? The throne is what you want, isn't it?” “You don't have a say in this!” Valerie snapped, picking up a jug, which she hurled fiercely in my direction. Acting fast, I screamed, ducking as it smashed into the wall behind me, a few shards hitting me as they bounced off the wall, “Thanks to you, they all have to die. Including Zane too. You're going to die either way, unless you know how to kick your butt out of here all by yourself.” She spat, as she approached me slowly, eyes full of scathing venom.

A few scattered comments drifted across my vision. [Honestly, the villainess is kind of pitiful…] [Pitiful? Seriously? Are you even seeing what's happening? Of all people, you feel bad for the villainess?] [Tell me about it. The male lead shouldn't have let her off so easily. Maisie clearly wasn't happy.]

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

I kill for fun. I kill because the silence afterward is beautiful. I kill because rules do nothing for me but provide bodies to bend them around. “What… what the council is pointing out is that...that woman cannot belong to you all,” one elder stammered, voice trembling like he was balancing on the edge of a cliff. “She’s a slave and I heard she killed someone yesterday, how can you let such a dangerous woman in our midst?” His fear rolled across the throne room in waves and I almost smiled because if any of these decrepit idiots had even seen Vivienne breathe, they’d understand she isn’t just dangerous...she’s catastrophic.