The Heiress Became The Villainess Novels & Stories

Lyn handed her some papers, “your grandfather asked me to hide your identity as the heiress. Only me and the assistant manager knew.” ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

As her words sank in, their faces all turned deathly pale in an instant. Dallas looked panicked, but he still tried to maintain his composure as he assured Olivia, "N-No way. If she were really the Tanner family's heiress, how could I date her for three years without noticing anything? She must have called someone earlier to hire a bunch of actors to put on this show!" Even at such a time, he was still in denial. Honestly, his nerve was impressive. The Tanner family was ridiculously wealthy, which inevitably attracted envy and resentment. We had a strict family rule where no heir could reveal their identity before a formal engagement.

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

Victoria. "We need to talk. Now." "Not now." "Yes now." She dragged me into an empty hallway. "Do you understand what just happened? Do you know who your wife really is?" "Was. She’s not my wife anymore." "She's Elena Sterling! The Sterling heiress! Her family is worth billions, Damien. BILLIONS. And you treated her like a servant." Each word was a knife. "I. Didn’t. Know.” My tone was clipped. "That's not an excuse!" Victoria was almost hysterical. "This is bad, this is really really bad."

I mused aloud,"I pushed her away, and now she's gone." "Adrian, it's not your fault. Dannie deceived you. She made you fall in love with her. She was the one who cheated on you and then tried to make you take responsibility for another man's child. And then she left- eloped with her lover when you refused to accept the baby." "What?" I stammered, my mind reeling from Anita's accusations. "She was a greedy princess," Anita continued, venom lacing her words. "She wanted the power and wealth that came with your name. She played you, Adrian. She never really cared about you. All she cared about was herself and Chase."

Harry rushed forward, grabbing Lilian by the neck with a vice-like grip. "You're so evil!" Lilian's breath was cut off in an instant. The suffocating pain caused her face to turn red, but she just laughed hysterically. "I banished the girl you've treated like your life's purpose in the countryside when she was young. She's endured so much hardship. You've failed your mission! The true heiress should be my daughter, Jessica! She's the real heiress!"

"We should be like you—stand together against these criminals, never bow to them. If we resist to the end, they can't do anything to us!" "That's right. We have to stick together." From a distance, Victoria watched the smug satisfaction on the blonde heiress's face, her own expression calm and detached. The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. In a place like this, women like her usually met the most miserable ends. … That very night, the blonde heiress teamed up with several girls and tried to escape. They were caught almost immediately. The first thing Colette did after dragging them back was to deal with the arrogant blonde heiress in full view of everyone.

Victoria finally turned her full gaze onto me, her blue eyes narrowing into razor-sharp slits as she looked down at my hand resting on Damian’s arm. "And who is this little girl?" Victoria sneered softly, her voice dripping with venomous mockery. "The timid little Vance heiress who ran to my fiancé the second her daddy fell sick? Tell me, little bird... did you really think putting a ring on his finger makes you his equal? You are a placeholder. A sweet, temporary distraction until the real Queen returned to claim her throne." The entire ballroom gasped. The air grew so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. Guests held their breath, waiting for me to break, waiting for me to cry

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

The room seemed to shrink around me. “The Valehart heiress,” Vanessa said, her voice cold and sharp as a blade, “isn’t who you think she is.”