The Reason I Have To Be A Villain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I said, a small smile forming. Julio's face became red as he began to shake his head so much that I swore his buzz cut started shaking. "I'm not a bad person," he said in protest. "You might not be a bad person, but there's a difference between being bad and being a villain," I said. "It's okay," I added after a while of watching him stutter over his words. "There's nothing wrong with being a villain sometimes. Damon taught me that there's always a version of you that everyone needs at some point. Maybe that's what they need—a villain," I said as I got up from my seat. "If that's all, then... I think we should get ready to meet them. How is tomorrow?" I asked, feeling optimistic about the ne

“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”.

"Make the whole place calm? When I'm sure that you had something to do with Zenevieva's condition in there, how the hell does monsters like you still exist?" I sighed in frustration and nodded. "I get it, I'm the Villain…I'm the monster and you guys are the saint! But if you could explain to me how I would stab her in an event like this I would be really elated. Explain why I want her dead when I need an heir like my addiction? And why would I stab her when I want to spite you so much and claim her as mine while you watch pathetically?" "Because you're so unpredictable! I can't believe she got hurt that bad? God!! She's so stubborn as to what I can't describe even when I asked her to get the

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.

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.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

King Edward softly spoke, and I swallowed hard because my tears glistened in my eyes like they were about to come out. “King Edward, why are you tolerating my actions? I have committed something bad at Abigail, and provoked Lady Maureen so she would hurt me.” I mumbled, sounded sad because of the guilt in my heart. He laughed hard before he shook his head, making my mouth hang open in disbelief. “Did you know that every villain has their back story? I don't think you are the protagonist but the villains who's been trying to revenge against those bitches. Just do what you want because I know you will never fight them back if they don't hurt you first.”

“I see that you used me to start a war.” “Wars need sparks,”He didn’t deny it. Instead, he said simply. “You lit one. And now, you have a choice.” “A choice? You think there’s a choice left for me?” I laughed once, bitter. “He hates me. Everyone hates me.” “Exactly,” he said softly. “You’re free now.” That made me pause. “If they’ve already made you the villain, why waste time pretending to be the victim?”He took a slow step closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “Be what they fear. Learn to use it. Learn to move.”