The Terminally Ill Villain Supports My Broken Engagement Novels & Stories

"Thorne, you think you can pull your tantrums here?" Derrick gasped hard, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He ignored Killian. His eyes stayed glued to me. The soul aura around him still shifted. That pure gold once meant for me alone had faded to a much lighter shade. The bright shine was gone. Its edges were frayed and messy. "Valerie... that agreement doesn't count!" Derrick wheezed, fighting for air. "It was fraud! I thought it was medical funding! The High Code does not recognize dirty tricks! We spent four whole years together. You cannot sentence me to death like this!"

“I think he misses it sometimes…that childhood. Hot chocolate nights. One more night like that with you.” Her eyes mist over, and just like that, the spell is broken. I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if it’s the confession, the weight of her gaze, or the way Tyler’s memory the boy and the man burns in my chest, but I feel it: something’s about to shift. Something irreversible. And I have no idea if I’ll survive it. The tests are back. The verdict is in. Terminal. Not a word needs to be said Dr. Bennett and I both feel it settle like a shadow over the room.

" I didn't answer. He continued. "The very last thing I want to happen to you... the last thing I will ever allow... is for you to be locked in a dark pack cell. Listen. I won't let them drag you to the execution block. I won't let them behead you, or drug you to death, or shock your body to death with an electric chair until your soul leaves your body. I don't want that kind of end for you. And I know you don't want that kind of end." "Diane. You are not a villain. Not in this story."

he said finally, his voice rough, "you won't believe me. And even if you did, it would change nothing. It would only make the days you have left harder to bear." "That's not your decision to make." "No," he agreed quietly. "It isn't. But I've made it anyway, more times than you could imagine, and I've watched what happens when I choose differently. I would rather you hate me and live than trust me and die." The words hung in the cold morning air between them, heavy and final. Elara opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, a sharp cry rang out from somewhere near the market square, followed immediately by the clatter of overturned carts and the panicked shouting of a crowd.

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

“You think you can fight me? You think you can have a happy ending, while I rot in the shadows? I destroyed your father, Kayla. And now, I’m going to destroy you. And I’m going to start by taking away the one thing you love most. By making you believe that your love is a sin. By tearing you and Liam apart, piece by piece.” He set the vial down, then picked up his phone, dialing a number. “It’s done,” he said, his voice grim. “The results are in. They believe it. They’re broken. Now, we just wait. Wait for them to destroy each other. And then, we’ll make our final move.”

The one thing I swore I’d never do. But what choice did I have? Allow them to kill each other? So Morwen will win? Or allow Kieran to watch us destroy ourselves while he smiled from the shadows? No. I chose to be the villain. So they could live. That night, I went to the mirror chamber. The mirror was dark. I moved forward and pressed my hands against it and her reflection appeared,faint, broken, but present. “You had to,” she said. “I broke my vow,” I whispered. “I used power against them.”

“Delusional is giving up before the fight starts.” He stared at her. “Why do you even care?” She blinked. “Because you don’t.” Silence. Later, she found him staring at the shattered mirror, glass littered across the floor. “Another tantrum?” she asked. “I overheard the council,” he muttered. “They want to name Roran as acting Alpha.” “Your cousin?” “They say I’m too weak. A symbol of failure.” “What did you do?” He held up his hands. Blood trailed down his palms, glinting where glass embedded his skin.