Seducing The Villains Father Novels & Stories

I was left standing there alone while watching his broad back disappear through the doors. It seems that fate is finally favoring me after all. I no longer need to go out and search for his father because his father found me on his own. Now that I see him in person and in the light, he really looks quite young, almost like a bachelor. It is such a good deal. He is probably just inviting me to dinner to tease me about our past encounter, but I am going there to perform my long-time plan of seducing him. ***

“You always need a villain, don’t you? Someone to blame. It can’t just be you. It can’t be that maybe she saw you for what you are.” My fists were trembling. My throat was tight. “And what am I, then? Tell me.” He leaned in just slightly, his voice cutting through me soft but sharp. “You’re your father’s son. Violence wrapped in charm. A boy who calls obsession love.” I swore under my breath, pacing two steps, three steps, like I could outrun the sting of his words. But he wasn’t finished, no, he wanted to slice deeper. “You think she’s safer with you?” Valerio said, voice low, almost pitying. Then his mouth twisted into a blade. “The man who slept with his own blood?”

,shit why can't I move What sort of madness, am chained to a bad and my body is paralyzed "Well well well, daughter you really came through, you brought this goddess home" Jenny's father, he even looked evil just like a super villain Expect his kind of handsome "Let me go!" "Oh no but I cant let you do that, I can never let you do that, you see I want to have a little fun with you, do alot of experiment with your DNA then I'll kill you, just like that" "Daddy, where's mother you promised" "Oh yeah, my beautiful daughter who came through for me" he held her face, then he gives her a slap

Behind him, my father said nothing, just sipping his whiskey. This is what he wanted. My hands tightened around the papers. I looked at Callahan, then at my father, then back at him. I couldn’t believe they thought Vaughn was cruel and kept trying to paint him as the villain, yet they were the villains. I turned to my father. “You offered him, Sienna?” I asked. My voice sounded calm, which wasn’t exactly how I felt. “Yes,” he said. “Sienna would rather die than marry you,” I said, my voice shaking, as Callahan smiled like those villains in movies who know they’ve won.

Later, in his private study, my father's words cut deeper than Santa Muerte's touch. "I have proof." He slid surveillance photos across his desk. Nicolas meeting with federal agents. "Your precious Nicolas is building a case against us all." "You're lying." But the images didn't lie. "Marry Adrian. Give him control of the Salvatore territory through you." He pressed play on a recorder. Nicolas's voice filled the room. "Something's different about her. The way she moves, fights. That's not my wife." My father's smile was shark-like. "How long before he realizes the truth? That his beloved Valentina is an imposter?"

“It’s not.” I watched her carefully. “Why?” She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her voice didn’t rise. “My father is a villain,” she said simply. “He always has been.” “That’s not a reason,” I said. “It is when he’s also a bad father.” That… that was personal. “He doesn’t love,” she continued. “Not people. Not women. Not even his own blood. He studies affection the way he studies weapons.” Diego scoffed. “You expect us to believe this isn’t a trap?”

A woman so young and beautiful cannot fall in love with my father; he is too old for her. I am on my jet and thinking about my mother who left too soon. She was so beautiful. My father has every right to live his life, but not with a woman so young! I have decided to show my father that this woman is only interested in his money. To achieve this, I need to seduce her; when she succumbs to my charm, my father will see for himself how she is not worthy. I have just arrived, I get off the jet, my driver is waiting to take me home. I know my father is eagerly waiting for me. I am the apple of his eye. It’s normal; I am his only son. I love him too. And I will do everything to show him the true f

Your father, recognizing her potential, graciously offered to sponsor her scholarship, giving her the means to chase her wildest dreams," Vincent explains, his voice laced with a touch of bitterness. My heart seizes with a sense of foreboding as I listen, a heavy dread settling in my stomach like a lead weight. What had my father done to Maya? Had his generosity come at a cost? As Vincent speaks, his voice becomes colder and more distant with each word, "Your father," he says, "He played her. I don't know how he did it, but he convinced her to sleep with him." "Wha-what?" I whisper, my voice trembling with disbelief.

But now he's telling the former child he's been babysitting that what happened to the two of them was a huge mistake. He did not know how or when he felt lust for Paulyn. It could be when Paulyn began seducing him, making advances on him just to show how much she loves and desires him. Or it could be when he realized Paulyn was no longer the little girl he used to look after when Roberto was away. But it didn't matter when or how he first felt lust for her. Because he knew well that it was wrong. What he feels is wrong, and what's even worse was that he let himself get swayed by lust and fucked her last night. So if he had to get away from her, he would.

His father was the one that shoved the gun. And she was the one that pushed the trigger. She wanted to grimace. She already knew what kind of man her father was—from what she read. From what she dug up herself. He was a villain—through and through. Delusional. A pervert. Psychopath. ‘He seduced a kid barely in her teens and got her pregnant because of this crazy tradition for first borns.. His own niece! So, I know he was not normal.’ She clenched her fist that was now under the table.