The Justice Of Villainous Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jenny explained. Ava was at a loss for words. "I watched a drama once where two men had a feud, and one encountered a woman who looked like the other man's lover. He deliberately humiliated and tortured that woman because her face resembled the other woman's. “In the end, the villain did something unspeakable to that substitute woman." Ava, feeling scared, said, "That sounds terrifying." Jenny flashed a smile and said, "No need to worry. It's all just TV drama, purely fiction."

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

"That is not from a host, eighth. That is from her. The blue lady. She made the case look like one of ours. She wrote your name on it three years ago, when she chose you. She placed it at the seventh cairn last year, after the seventh died. None of us left anything for you. None of us were allowed. The case is hers, and whatever is in it is hers, and if you open it she will be inside you a year before you understand she is." I am already reaching for it. Curiosity is older than caution. I learned this with my consort. I learned this with my cousin. I am, apparently, the kind of woman who does not learn it once. Vessa does not stop me. She cannot. She is only allowed to warn. She watches me l

Her high pitched voice pierced into the atmosphere, “I’m an adult! One old enough to know what injustice looks like!” “Really?” The alpha asked inquisitively although his anger was palpable. “Tell me, what is Justice?” “Justice is doing the right thing. Not being unjust to a loyal person! How can Valerie’s parents serve so diligently even to the point of losing their lives yet….” Breaking down shortly in tears. “Yet, you want to demote her to being a mere omega. That’s unfair!” “So you were eavesdropping on my conversation?” “Dad, that’s not the point.”

I was determined to demonstrate than to say ,but his next words were not what I expected "I am immortal Vera. No one can kill me." The Arena gone silent suddenly as they stared at this havoc of a man in disbelief. My hands trembling in an unknown fear I move my head in a no, fire of revenge burning hot in my eyes. A person who did so much atrocities on women deserved the most painful death...he deserves to burn in the inferno of hell! He can't be immortal....moon goddess can't be so unjust. Justice and Karma can't be like this

I simply said "But they were doing horrible things to you, how could you just let them?!" She stood in my way and exclaimed. This female-lead was a morale person, she's very kind to the point that she's dumb but she's also the word "justice" itself. She would step up as if it's her own problem and would only stop if "justice was served". "They'll eventually show themselves." I walked past her and said. Those people or person would eventually appear before me, mock me, and talk sh*t about me.

The attacker was the woman with the scarred face, who had been leading the charge in the name of justice. Even after the bodyguards stopped her, she continued to struggle with everything she had. "You coward! You had the nerve to cheat on your wife and keep a mistress on the side, but you don't have the guts to face me? "That poor woman is crying her heart out, and you're grinning? Clearly, your parents raised you wrong! I bet you're a bastard your mother had with some other man!" I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to tear her apart right then and there.

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne