Seducing The Villains Father Novels & Stories

To see her realize that everything she thought she had family, love, security, had been built on my lies. My phone buzzed with a text from Mom: "Rose, darling, please come over. Your father and I need to talk about what happened." I smiled, already planning my performance. The tearful confusion, the reluctant confession about Stefan's pursuit, the gentle concern about Camille's mental state. By the time I was done, they'd be thanking me for protecting them from their unstable daughter all these years. Standing up, I walked to my closet, selecting the perfect outfit for my next scene. Something subtle but expensive. Grieving sister, not celebrating victor.

He asked as he peered at my face. My fingers moved to the hilt of the dagger strapped to my thighs. I didn’t want to have to kill him yet because he was the father of the bride, but if worst comes to worst, I didn’t have a choice but to end him. This was a mission that had taken so long to prepare, jeopardizing it now was something I couldn’t do. “Father, Dimitri is getting impatient. Force her down if she doesn’t want to come,” an extra voice came from the door and I instantly recognized it as Marco, Celestine’s older brother.

"What?" She sits up right. "Looks like you got recommended to me by Ashley's father. Your fiancé's father and he told me about you. How calculative and cold you are and how much you would do anything you want to do. Ashley spoke so much about you and how she loved Katherina and how she would be the perfect mafia princess for Eric. You know, once she gets to love him, she would claim him and make sure no one would touch him." I nod my head. “Okay?”

Ben always avoided kissing me after a blow job. “Are you going to fuck me now?” My tone was pleading. I had tried all I could to get him to sleep with me but he had resisted all my advances. “You’re too young for me, Adriana.” He was also pleading. “I’m not.” “I’m old enough to be your father.” He had to impregnate a woman at fourteen to be old enough to be my father. “You’re not.” “I am.” “But you’re not my father.” “Good Lord.” He took a deep breath as he stood up with my legs wrapped around him. Using his legs, he fully took off his pants and boxers. “You’re actually going to be the death of me.”

The heartbreaking, gut-wrenching truth that even I struggle to accept. My father had tried to seduce her, but Vivian detested his advances. Vivian was untouchable. A high witch who also practice sorcery. A leader of her clan. He couldn’t break her directly, so he went after the ones he could—her father and younger brother. He stole their soul-bound familiars, the very core of their power and existence. In her coven, men’s magic comes from the beasts they bond with, their very lives intertwined. If the familiar dies, so does the witch.

“I thought you were with my daughter just so you could sleep with her.” “I came today to ask for your permission to marry her, sir. If she will have me. I am not proposing right away, but I wanted you to know that my intentions are honorable.” “Hm—I guess I have to say yes or your father might haunt me. He always thought you were a good match. I’m still not convinced, but my daughter loves you, so there’s that.” He said before the kids took over their conversation and pulled their grandfather away. Regina bribed the kids to interfere because she could see that Owen felt uncomfortable sitting with her father.

My tears fell, and I quickly wiped them away roughly. Father was indeed a handsome man, and it was impossible for any woman who knew him not to be captivated. He had a charm that women couldn't resist, plus he had money and power that dazzled those who were treasure-crazy. If Dad remarries, I swear that my stepmother will definitely hate me because she wants to inherit all the wealth that Dad has, and it turns out that Dad has already bequeathed most of it to me.

He wasn’t. When the moment came, the villain realized too late that he had underestimated us. Lucian moved like a storm unleashed, shadows wrapping around him, strikes precise, calculated, lethal. The villain panicked. He threatened me, tried to bargain, tried to use my father’s presence against us—but Lucian’s fury was unstoppable. He cornered him. Every word the villain spoke was recorded by my father: every confession, every plot, every cruel detail of why he had returned. And when the villain refused to release me, when he dared to reach for his weapon, it ended.

Victor reported, his voice carefully neutral. Father didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, watching as the last of the team vanished into the shadows. Finally, he turned, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face. “I know,” Father said softly, his voice smooth and measured. “Let them think they’ve won. Let them believe they’re safe.” Victor frowned slightly, his brows knitting together. “But why let them go? We had them cornered. We could have ended this tonight.” Father chuckled, a low, chilling sound that echoed in the quiet room. He stepped toward the desk, picking up a glass of whiskey. The ice clinked softly as he swirled the amber liquid.

“If you ever want to see him alive, you’ll do exactly as I say.” Her words echoed in my mind long after the call ended. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath came in short, panicked gasps. How had it come to this? My father, an innocent man with no connection to my tangled past, was now a pawn in Delight’s twisted game. I turned to Herold, my mind racing. “She has my father,” I said, my voice cracking. “We need to do something.” Herold’s calm exterior faltered for a moment, his brows knitting together. “What does she want?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.