The Great Villain Senior Brother Novels & Stories

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

“Because if we touch him, we don’t just get him—we get them.” “I don’t give a damn,” she snapped. “He was mine. I made him. I’ll unmake him. And anyone who stands in my way…” Her words faltered for the first time in weeks. Because her intel wasn’t finished. The lieutenant cleared his throat, uneasy. “There’s more. Another player. Old school. The kind of man even Kain flinches at.” Valeria raised an eyebrow. “An older brother,” he said slowly. “One we didn’t know existed. Not by blood, but by bond. Ancient, deadly… and loyal to Blackwood.”

At that moment I was a little bit doubtful about it, but his words came true. Alaric was a psychopath. He was a dangerous man who couldn't even spare his brother, the man who was on his side and was going to give him twenty-two per cent of his company's share. If Alaric could harm him, there was no saying what he might do to the rest of us. To my child?

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

Then he left, casually heading up to his room, leaving me behind, reeling and wondering what this new game was all about. I slumped back into my chair, my thoughts swirling with a mix of anger, apprehension, and curiosity. What could he possibly gain from this fake generosity? The Raj I knew—my stepbrother, my one-time bully—was never the kind of person to do anything without a hidden motive.Generosity and kindness didn’t suit him; I knew his true nature—the heart of a devil wrapped in a handsome face. Wait… handsome? My mind quickly corrected itself. Handsome? No way. He’s the most unattractive devil there could be. His kindness was nothing more than a mask, hiding something far more sinist

I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.” Vegas began to nod like he understood what I was saying, finally he stood up from the chair and now he walked closer until he was standing directly in front of me. His voice dropped into something intimate and conspiratorial. “Do you know what we need to do, baby?” I was silent. “We need to cut her wings,” Vegas continued smoothly. “Letting her learn from your brother won't help us, instead, it's only going to make her stronger.” My gaze hardened as I locked in with his.

I said in a hard tone. He smiled, I had used his title to appease him. Blair walked towards us, her eyes soft as she looked between us, “You are really going aren’t you,” she muttered. “Yes, I have let them play the villain for so long, it is time to show them who the real villain was,” I said in a hard tone. The hunters had broken our agreement, holding my brother captive was an act of war. “I would love to come…” “No, you will be here, resting,” I cut her off.

They rarely do this kind of sh*t, and they will attract a lot of attention, which will fit greatly with my plan. An hour later, we reached the f*cking healer's territory. The floating city is magnificent as always, sheltering a bunch of f*cking beautiful and vicious villains. "Brother!" I yelled as soon as the gates opened. He might have noticed beforehand as he looked at me with contempt, yet his eyes are obviously studying me. Oh, dear Clynton, your cousin is a great actress. A puppet leader will never have the skill to see the deception I make. "Brother! Help me!" I croakily said. I jumped off Heli's shoulder and instantly grabbed Clynton's legs as if I were at my disgusting and lamest po

“Everything we did is as a reaction to the evils you and your minions have perpetuated in past decades.” “How interesting,” he said. “You must think you know something.” He scoffed. “You all must think I am the big bad villain in this story, but I promise you I'm not.” His eyes turned dark, and he held me even tighter. “If anything, you are.” “You, your brother, and our sick father are the real villains in this story,” he seethed. “I wasn't the one who impregnated an unsuspecting witch and tried to kill her in a bid to cover up his infidelity.”