The Terminally Ill Villain Supports My Broken Engagement Mga Nobela at Kwento

I didn't want anybody dead but I also didn't think that far about what would happen after everything. He was about to reply when Sinclair chipped in a low but audible voice. “I won't go to the police, I promise. Just send me to join my father, I am guaranteed to die anyway with the poison in my system. I want to spend my numbered days with my father, who just lost his wife, and I don't want him to be alone. I got what I deserve so this was all me” The room went silent for a couple of seconds. This poison wasn't enough to kill him so instantly, except that he had an underlying terminal illness like Wilfred, but it did shorten his lifespan and made him weaker.

he glares, or more accurately put, he plots my death with each passing second. His way of playing the victim is comical, “You can't be serious.” I scoff, watching him for even a tiny bit of humor in his gaze but there's nothing. “Oh, you're serious? You want to play the victim and paint me the villain but how long will you do it before you leave me the fuck alone?” I snap, he doesn't know how broken the experience has left me. Despite all the therapy I've been subjected to, my heart still bleeds when I see a pup, I miss mine, and I would give my life up if it meant she would have hers. “You don't get to tell me about moving on when you moved on quicker than I did, with my best friend. That i

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

In a heavy voice, he replied, "You're too emotional, Terrence. There isn't an infinite amount of Narrative favor in this world. You've transferred most of Quinn's fates and opportunities to Yvonne. It's only natural that she's not protected by the Narrative anymore." A hint of pity flashed across his eyes. After a brief pause, he added, "You even forced her to endure hardships that she was never supposed to bear in the first place. Her Narrative favor had already been drained by Yvonne a long time ago. Quinn Sawyer is no longer the female protagonist." Terrence clutched his chest. The ache in his chest made it incredibly difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't believe that he was the reaso

The reply came slower than usual, the three dots appearing and disappearing several times before his answer finally landed. Killian: I know. That's the worst part. I've spent five years assuming I was the villain in someone else's story. Turns out I might just be a man who fell in love with the same woman as his brother, at the worst possible time, for all the wrong reasons at first. I read it twice, then a third time, something tightening painfully in my chest. You're not a villain, Killian. No,came his reply, almost instantly this time. But I might not be the ending either. And for the first time in my life, I think I'm finally okay with that.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

"We let them finish. We let the energy peak. And when the seal opens, we are the ones standing in front of it." Austin's grip on my hand tightened until I felt the bones in my fingers grind together. His jaw worked silently, the muscle jumping beneath the skin, and I knew he was calculating the odds of survival against an entity that had maintained the boundary between story and reality before the Council decided to break it. "That is suicide," he said. "That is my fate," I replied. "The villainess dies protecting the university that rejected her. The heroine weeps at her grave and inherits her power. I read this ending a hundred times before I lived it."

as a mistress? Marcus’s jaw clenched. “She is my mate. I cannot cut her loose. If she leaves this territory, she will feel the rejection sever her soul. She might die.” Bella’s breath caught. Is that why the mate bond kept her tethered to this place? Why she woke shaking, nights filled with inexplicable ache? Her wolf whined softly. Linda spoke, deceptively calm. “Death may be kinder than the life you gave her, Marcus.” Gasps rippled—no one ever challenged an Alpha so boldly.

But why would she make a request to my fiance? "She doesn’t have much time left." Tristan’s voice softened. "Victoria is terminally ill. The doctors say she may not live to see the end of the year. Her final wish is to be a bride having a dream wedding." He smiled at me."You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met in my life. I know you wouldn’t have the heart to say no." My chest tightened, but not with grief—more like rage twisting its claws around my ribs. No. No way. This was so like her.

“I don’t need to break them. I just need to make her think she has gotten everything and her perfect fairytale life.” He studied her for a long beat. “And after all this? What then? You think you’re gonna win Rue?” he said teasingly Valerie shrugged. “I don’t want Rue, why do you keep mentioning that ?” “Then what’s the point?” She smirked. “I just don’t want her to have him either, she should be alone with her terminal illness ” Williams stared at her for a while, silent. Then finally, he muttered, “And people say I’m the villain.”