Romans & histoires Seduce The Villain's Father Novel Mtl

"Shut up. You are not my mate. Whatever deal you have with my mother is none of my business. I'm not part of it. And for this thing you have on, you can go meet your dick of a brother and have him tear it off." I hauled the door open and pushed her outside. "Wait. My jac—" I slammed the door shut and locked it. Back to my room, I picked the jacket from the floor and flung it out of the window. I'd just have to sit back and see how fate dealt with me. Because, come what may, I would never—never mate with Liliana. UNKNOWN POV Tell you what was strange? A villain lying on a sun lounger like he'd got all the time in the world to execute his carefully-crafted plan. A villain with a glass of apple

I deeply delved into her essence, craving the whole truth. I witnessed my father and Alpha Lucian attacking Selene's city, killing innocents. Selene watched in horror as her parents were slain while hiding, gripped by despair. I tightened my grasp on Selene, eager for answers, feeling curiosity mingled with terror. Suddenly, someone revealed her hiding spot, dragging her forward. Lucian’s father raised his gun to her, and little Selene wailed. My father, moved by her cries, knelt beside her and murmured, “She could be useful in the future; don’t kill her.”

His body was so dangerously close to mine, that I couldn't think straight. His hand slid up and his fingers roughly enclosed around my neck. “I’ll break you, you’d wish you were dead,” a satisfied look flickered in his eyes when a tear slid down my cheek. “And when your father comes to save you, I’ll kill you both.” A shiver racked my body. Being Vincenzo’s slave or going back to my father— I didn't know which terrified me more. “You’re a monster,” I whispered, my voice shaky with fear and defeat.

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

Reid immediately blurts out, his guilt overwhelming. "Aw..." Alec starts with obvious insincerity. "That would have been cute before but now it's not. She's in my bed now, Mr. Flanagan. And as a reward, you'll receive the promised cheque of a hundred billion dollars. That should do for your project." Yvette's eyes widen in even more betrayal seeing as she's been sold for money. "I don't want your money. Let her go!" "No, I will not, and I think we already talked about this. Leave or I will make sure you're buried in the same grave as she is when I am done with her." Alec warns, before turning back to Yvette who's starting to move aggressively on the bed.

I try to recover, dropping the drive, and jerking with re-traced steps. "Mia my love. I see you've met Logan. He's my new intern. I wanted to introduce you both since I'm sure you'll be working together. He might be over at the house too. It's best to get the awkwardness out of the way." My father was using the built-in restroom, emerging from the door. I giggled. Hard and so very loud. My father wouldn't know how awkward it could be for us. Logan chuckles. The same menacing sound at the club right as I pulled his shirt and kissed him.

And before we could react, the shed door rattled violently again—someone trying to force it open. Jace spun toward me, hand gripping mine. “Hold on,” he growled. “This is about to get messy.” And in that moment, trapped in darkness, close enough to feel his every heartbeat, I realized—the game of seduction had officially begun.

I sipped my wine, the bitter taste mirroring the dread pooling in my chest. The meal dragged on—roast duck, truffle risotto, endless flattery. Velan’s hand brushed my thigh under the table, a possessive claim masked as tenderness. I shivered, caught between the memory of his touch igniting me and the cold reality of his cruelty. Father saw only the perfect husband, not the vampire who’d whipped me into submission. As the servants cleared the plates, Velan leaned closer to Father. “Heinrich, I’d love your thoughts on expanding into Munich more dealerships, bigger profits. With Angelica at my side, we could build something extraordinary.”