Romans & histoires Rebirth As The Villainous Duke

He didn't care at all for anyone else but Freya and their son, Shane. Shane was just like his father. He didn't care about anyone except himself and his parents. It was only after the Alpha title had been “Ripped away from him,” his words, not mine. He became more aggressive and a little unhinged. It was apparent that he wasn’t going to take any chances with who was named the next heir. I knew exactly why she had been taken. Earl didn’t have to admit that he was behind it; I already knew that it was true. “Every broken bone that Eva suffered will return to anyone who hurt her, my love,” Reese assured me.

My head felt light, "Tokyo? He just ran away? The Richard I know doesn't just run away. He fights. He doesn't accept defeat." I thought about my past life, the one I had been reborn from. I had come back three years in time to fix everything, but the story was changing. It was nothing like the usual script I had remembered. Richard was gone. Eleanor was dead, and Katherine is lurking in the shadows. Was it that easy to be finally free? "Maybe he finally gave up," Michelle suggested, sounding relieved. "Maybe he's really scared of my brother." "Maybe," I whispered. But deep down, a chill ran through me. It felt too easy. It felt like a lie.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.

Based on his sharp words and direct behavior, Reginald was at least ten times harder to deal with than Zachary. "Duke Reginald, you must be joking," Brandon forced a smile, steering the conversation in a different direction. "What I'd like to know is why the Duke has appeared here." "I figured that would be your question. And it’s no surprise, given the remoteness of this place. For someone of my rank, a duke, to show up here does seem odd. I suppose Prince Zachary has told you that this whole assassination plot was my own concoction? That I staged it to create an opportunity to heroically save Miss Martha, hoping that by rescuing her, you’d be grateful to me, isn’t that right?" Reginald spo

My upper body is leaning on him while my legs are fully stretched on the couch, as he’s stroking my hair. “So tell me what’s your ace? Does it get us the contract?” I ask eagerly “No but it’ll hurt the old fool” he replies with a scowl on his face “How so?” “While your strategy is to research the personal and professional lives of your potential clients, I play a little dirty by digging into their hidden secret lives” he says and kisses my forehead. “So you know a dirty secret about him? That is your ace?” I ask “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, when I’m done with this old man, he’ll know why I’m called the King of London” He adds

I exclaimed. "Damn it, Eleanor, open your eyes!. This isn't about jealousy. I'm trying to make you see that Ducan isn't who he claims to be. Ducan is the demon king, you are in love with the same being that murdered your father and forced your hand in marriage!" He yelled at the top of his voice. I angrily raised my hand and pointed a finger at him. "I won't listen to your lies Victor so just give up on your stupid plan of breaking us apart." I spat then turned to walk away.

On the day I was reborn, back at the royal bride selection, my older sister Amelia immediately claimed Lysander, the husband I'd had in my previous life. He was the serpent King's illegitimate son. Watching her cling to Lysander's arm in wild delight, I knew my sister had been reborn too. In our previous life, Amelia, the elder daughter of House Ellison, had immediately chosen Draco Ashford, the rightful heir. Draco was famously cold. He never once touched her after the wedding, then died in battle in the North less than a month later.