Novel & Cerita The Reason I Have To Be A Villain

Just then, I can't help but smile bitterly. I am so helpless. All this time, I pretended that I am strong and everything are doing well but in truth, I am not fine. The truth is, I still wanted to be close with him. I still wanted to keep the affection I have for him But... What choice do I have. I am juat a villainess who's meant to die. Whether I treasure the male lead as my best friend or more than that, nothing will happen no matter how much I give some effort. Because in the end, a vilainess like me is meant to die at the hands of the protagonists.

But life doesn't make sense, anyway. Now regarding her, it was expected. I disappointed my sister, by killing one of the people she loves the most in this world, our eldest brother, Octavian. And besides her sad feelings making me feel like shit and like I failed with her, I can't help but not give a damn about his death at all. And having this mindset is what makes people see me as a villainess. I can't deny that either. Again, I know what I am. As well as I know that all of the things I did, took me to where I am now.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

“I know, right. I definitely choose the painful thing you’ve told someone.” I take another bite of my burger. I almost let out a moan since it’s my very first meal for the day. “Why?” “I have listened to many stories where people being victims. I want to see the sides of villains. How and why did they do something cruel to another?” I laughed, “you are such a psychopath.” “It’s not wrong to see things from different side, bro.”

It seemed that my goal isn't only to destroy the Marvick Clan but also to save this psychopathic villain boss even if it means confronting the protagonists, making them my enemy. I cursed inside of my heart. Just what the hell happened to me that I can't bear this annoying villain to be tormented by those scheming protagonists?! Did this annoying villain put a drug on me? Damn it! How the hell did I get the guts to go against the protagonists when I'm just small cannon fodder? Also, why is that I keep on discovering another important detail about the novel, the author, and even those protagonists?! This is annoying. I didn't want to work again. I just wanted to rest and have a peaceful life

"I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back." "No," I said, pulling back to look at him. "That’s what he wants. He wants you to be the violent, unstable boy the papers are describing. We have to play this differently." I looked at the shattered glass on the floor, the shards catching the light. I was a red-flag woman now, according to the world. A fallen woman. Fine. If they wanted a villain, I would give them one. But I wouldn't be Victor’s trophy, and I wouldn't be Seven’s victim.

The mate bond was a roaring fire now, screaming at me to touch her, to claim her, to protect her from any and all harm…even the harm she was orchestrating herself. " The person doesn't know that I betrayed them and I have a feeling they are plotting something...serious. It's not business related. I have to learn what it is, only then can I protect that stupid girl who thinks everyone has a chance for redemption. I am a villain, I have already made peace with that. I have done so much evil to Katy so this time, I am choosing to use my villainity to protect her. Does that make sense?” She asked, tilting her head to observe me.

Ariq says, poking idly at a stack of files on my desk, “if this whole brooding villain vibe isn’t working for you, there are other options available.” I gust out a sigh. “I’m not trying to be a villain. Not generally, anyway.” “Just to Jasmine Biao.” “Right.” The fact that I have epically failed to break the Biao princess’s spirit at every step of the way doesn’t change the fact that I set out to punish her. To get revenge for her family’s sense of toxic entitlement. To demonstrate my bottomless rage that they crawled to me, of all people, for financial help after years of treating me like dirt under their shoes.

“Because someone had to. If I hadn’t taken it, it would’ve gone to vultures that would’ve gutted it completely. I kept the assets intact. I paid the debts. I tried to give your family a parachute.” My vision blurred. “You tried to *save* us.” “Yes.” “And all this time... you let me believe you were the villain.” “I was a villain,” he said quietly. “In your eyes, I had to be. It made you strong. It gave you a purpose. You survived because you hated me”. My heart cracked open. “Why?” I whispered. “Why would you do that?” His voice broke, just slightly. “Because if you hated me, you didn’t have to hate your father”.

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.