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The threat of her hatred would be appeased. It was time. I took a deep breath and started. “I, Scarlett...—” Oh my god. Oh no. No, no, no, no.... This couldn’t be happening right now. I didn’t know Scarlett’s last name. Why the hell would I remember the random surname of a secondary villain? Truthfully, I couldn’t recall it being mentioned in the book at all. Did I even need it? Maybe I could still break the pack bond without stating my last name.

[Vanessa's POV] He breathed out heavily. "Let's get this done," he said, rising from the leather couch. "Hold on," I said, holding my hands up defensively. "You've got the wrong person. I'm not the escort you paid for." I tried to clear up the misunderstanding, but he kept moving toward me, unbothered. "Stay back!" I warned, taking several steps backward until my spine pressed hard against the locked wooden door. He didn't stop. Within seconds, he was towering right in front of me, trapping me completely in his space.

Damian had finally stopped grieving. And started thinking. He slipped the phone into his pocket, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Faster than expected,” he murmured. Back in the archive room, Damian stared again at the frozen timestamp. 21:14:41. The moment lives changed. The moment Evelyn had been trapped. The moment he had unknowingly become the villain of someone else’s design. A realization settled with terrifying certainty. Victor hadn’t just saved Evelyn. He had positioned himself to be needed. Damian picked up his phone.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

“Sava is dominating in trade with their fabrics, Luvina in transportation. Yes black and neon green go well together. And Tempa in technology. You contribute nothing” “Well I don’t want to be associated with any of you. Savans are all barbarians and can’t hold a simple conversation. Example now. You can’t rule your own realm if you could then the crime rate would go down and you would stop producing villains. And you Victor, you are just weird” he said exasperated. “You kiss your snake on the mouth with your tongue”. “You are such a good father. Is this what you teach your kids? I’m sure with how your eldest turned out she’s moving in the right direction”.

“So I will do what I must. I will act as I agree. I will sign the papers. I will say the words. I will be the person he wants me to be. But I will not let it happen the way he plans. I will leave clues. I will build something that can be used against him later, when I have the power to stop him.” “I will make myself the villain. I will take the blame. I will let everyone think I am just like him. Because if they think I am evil, they will not suspect I am working against him. If they think I want what he wants, they will not look for what I am doing behind their backs.” “It is the only way. I know it hurts. I know it is wrong. But it is the only way to keep her safe. To keep her alive.”

The forceful impact landed squarely on the villain's chin, shattering his mask and revealing a battered and broken face. The villain was sent hurtling through the air, propelled by the sheer force of the blow. In a swift and calculated move, Dante sprang into action, shooting a grappling hook to intercept the villain's trajectory. With precision and agility, Dante managed to catch the unconscious villain mid-flight. The momentum threatened to overwhelm him, but he fought against it with every fiber of his being, struggling to contain the erratic movement. Max and Leo swiftly joined the fray, coming to Dante's aid. They secured the villain and swiftly fastened handcuffs around his wrists befo

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.

"We let them think they are winning. Let Arthur think Vincent will save his bankrupt company. Let Vincent think Arthur is a useful pawn. Let them form their dangerous alliance, have their dinners, sign their contracts funded by Victor Kane's dirty money that we already traced 87% and will freeze next week." He smiled, dark, wolf smile, not snake smile. "And then we break them both at the same time. At the Sterling annual meeting. In front of everyone who doubted you." I looked up at him, this man who came home with blood on his shirt because his cousin brought my ex-fiancé to insult me. "Julian," I said, "are we becoming villains?" "No," he said, carrying me upstairs, Mark discreetly disappe

He was fast, I had to admit, but I was faster, and soon he gave up running as he knew I would catch up. "Traitor!" he cursed at me. "I am the traitor, but you stand there, cold-blooded creatures, and watch as those girls are used." "You did the same, and that's their use; it is for the greater good, they are nothing but humans, another set of animals." "The greater good sounds like what the villain always says, don't you think?" "He would kill you for this." "He would not know about this; who is there to tell him?" "You can't hide amongst us forever; he would find out one day."