The One Within The Villainess Spoilers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

The man looked eerily like Damien. His hand shook as he held the image. “What if I’ve been the villain all along?” he whispered to himself. A voice answered from the shadows. “You were the weapon. Not the villain.” Julian reached for his gun, but the speaker stepped into view. Valeria. No longer in graphite gear. She wore a crimson coat, and her expression was different almost sad. “I didn’t come to fight,” she said. “I came to show you something.” Julian aimed the gun. “You want me to believe you?”

Victor raised his weapon. Selene looked at him. “You still don’t understand, Victor.” “Understand what?” She looked at me. “Evelyn isn’t the real villain.” The room went silent. Lucien’s voice hardened. “Then who is?” Selene’s smile disappeared. “The woman who created Evelyn.” My blood froze. She stepped closer. “The first Serael.” I couldn’t breathe. Selene whispered: “She is still alive.” Then the lights went out. And somewhere beneath us, something ancient began to wake.

“Scarlet, thank you for raising two such outstanding sons for me for years. I’m really pleased with them.” I stormed over, and with rage on my face, I slapped them all in the face. “Cheaters!” When they saw this, the words started popping up like mushrooms after rain. [What’s wrong with the villainess? How dare she hit the protagonists?] [She was just asked to help raise the boy. She’s so petty. As a villainess, she should know her place!] Wendy got worked up and started yelling at me. “Scarlet, you jinx! How dare you hit your own husband?! I’m going to get Steven to divorce you right now!”

Damien held my hand, thumb stroking my knuckles, when Victor walked in without knocking, tablet in hand and face grim. “We have a new problem,” Victor said, glancing at the monitor where our baby’s face filled the screen. “A bigger one than Selena.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “Speak.” “Lilith Voss.” I sat up slowly, pulling the paper sheet over my belly. “Voss? Is she family?”

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

***** Viola is an angry for the fact that Venom set Evelyn free without informing her, she was extremely angry that she dig her long artificial nail into her skin, she was also angry because the maid she has been maltreating and underestimating is the one that makes Evelyn's dress, now the foolish maid, has become popular and many people are looking forward to her and she has quit her job as a maid and she didn't even come back to the Spooner mansion. Everything happens suddenly to her, first Evelyn stole the prize of the competition, the old fool who her Mr. Spooner plead with trick them, Riley trick her, Venom did, she wanted to kill them all and have her revenge

“Jesus Christ.” Memory crashes into me all at once—her childhood. Her father. Her friends. Every single thing. Minthe Vale. Villainess. The Villainess. Daughter of the Imperial Beta House and someone who . . . someone who dies in chapter three! She’s gonna have a future public execution! She’s obsessed with the Alpha King. Humiliates the heroine. And dies miserably. I sit there in silence while maids continue preparing clothes around me, my heartbeat pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.