Novel & Cerita The Perks Of Being A Villainess Reddit

The comments flooding the livestream were exactly what I had orchestrated, each more venomous than the last. [This woman looks pretty, but she’s so heartless. Doesn’t care about her brother and mother, and even beats up her elders!] [No matter how beautiful someone like this is, she’s only fit to be a beast.] [A designer bag and no care for family? She’s cruel and disgusting!] [She must be a mistress. That’s how these women survive—by selling themselves.] I chuckled quietly, each hateful remark a small victory. The popularity counter climbed higher, with tens of thousands of viewers now watching Zelda Liamson squirm under the weight of fabricated shame. Exactly as planned.

A single comment—one damn comment—had detonated under our latest I*******m post like it was laced with caffeine and glitter. RachelK: Team Silver Fox 🦊 or Dr. Sexy Young Buck 🦌? Don’t make me choose. I want both. That girl. That menace. Thousands of likes. Hundreds of replies. Debates. Fan theories. “Thirst trap” memes made from their headshots I hadn’t even posted. A few women claimed to have already booked pelvic exams. One of them tagged a friend and wrote, we’re going together. Make it a girls’ trip. I pinched the bridge of my nose to stop from grinning like an idiot.

" She had already gained some traction from the previous post about the redacted afternoon tea earlier, and now her new posts went viral shortly after posting. In just a few short hours, the posts garnered over 10,000 likes, and the comments section also became a huge denunciation forum. "This is disgusting! She doesn't even deserve to run a company at all!" "Investigate her! She's definitely a money-laundering good-for-nothing brat!" "I feel so sorry for OP. You must fight for your rights until! Horrible bosses like her deserve to rot in jail!" "Doxx her! Let's see where she really comes from!"

"Like I'm not good enough to even clean her toilets." I closed the email and opened I*******m, scrolling through Vanya's latest posts about Goddess Jewelry. The company's social media was full of beautiful photos showing happy customers wearing her designs, glowing reviews from satisfied clients, and inspirational quotes about women finding their inner strength. It made me want to throw my laptop across the room.

@trixsondaltehater: "Seven days isn't enough, she should rot in jail!" @Xman: "I'm surprised bail was denied twice, guess her money can't buy everything." @Ronaldo Martinez replied to @Xman: "Never liked her cosmetics anyway, the hype around it was nothing but overrated. I am using T and E cosmetic now." *Reddit* - "Karma's a beauty queen, and it's finally caught up with her" (r/cosmetics) - "I'm shocked by how many people are still defending her. Wake up, folks!" (r/news)

"Yeah, I watched her in the news. Even the government and the President praised her. Seriously, is she a goddess reincarnate?" "I know right, we're so lucky to have her at our school." Oh my god! I completely forgot about that. Gosh, being a global superstar just kicks in ya' know? I feel so embarrassed, how shy of me. "Hey, Valler b*tch." Oh, speak of the witch. She really knows how to ruin my mood. Wow, she's still alive. Congrats! You just unlocked a villainess. "Oh, it's the dog who crawled out of the sewers. I can't believe you still have the audacity to come here after what you did, you seriously have no shame." I said in disbelief and twirled my hair.

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.

Trending at the top: #Human-WerewolfRelationsCountdown# #SaveJamesonHeiress# #WolfKingFrederickVillainy# The internet was ablaze with outrage: [It's rape! Lock the Alpha King away!] [We have to fight! Stand up for human dignity!] Those comments made me feel so guilty I could barely breathe. If that turned into an all-out war, it would be over that ridiculous three thousand in "hush money." Then, a gossip forum post grabbed my attention: [Let's Think About It: Could They Be Into Kinky Role-Play?]

“Honestly though, the note thing was a little cruel.” I shrugged lightly, pretending I didn’t care nearly as much as I actually did. “He rejected me. I’m allowed to become annoying.” “A little annoying,” Kane corrected. “Not psychological warfare.” Aurelia gasped dramatically. “I think it’s beautiful. Look at her. She’s evolving.” I rolled my eyes so hard it physically hurt. “Please stop talking about me like I’m a villain origin story.” “You absolutely are,” Aurelia said proudly.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.