The Terminally Ill Villain Supports My Broken Engagement นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

It was like he had accepted his fate without thinking of the people in his life. It is even more upsetting because he knew he had a terminal illness yet he wanted to make me his mate. How would he have been so selfish to want me to leave the rest of my life when he is gone with a broken and shattered heart. How shameless and unconcerned can one be to do such. He should thank his lucky stars that I feel very bad for him else, I would have given him a much harder and damaging kick than the one I gave him when we were previously here the first time we met.

“That’s right. Now that Mindy is my wife, the Sullivan family only has one daughter left. Unless Mr. Sullivan can come up with another illegitimate daughter, there’s no other option.” Pearl froze in place. The chat blew up in front of me. [What’s going on? This makes no sense. Everything is messed up!] [The female lead married the villain and gave the female supporting character to the male lead. This is ridiculous!] [She’ll regret this for sure. The villain is violent!] [The female supporting character really suffered, and the father is only doing this for her own good.] [He’d only cheated back then out of necessity. After the female supporting character’s mother died, she had nowhere to go

Finally regaining my affectation, I gave her a cold look, “Do you think I’d do this?” “You broke your facade for a second Lucille and I clearly saw how miserable you are.” She sneered. “Do you think I will let it happen?” I asked again in the icy tone. Her smile faded, “No. You are a villain. You will live in sorrow and suffering forever and liberate Leonel by death.” “Call it whatever you want.” I smirked as we both walked out, going to the mansion to have my marking ceremony. I let my guard down for a second, it won’t happen again. Leonel has to die and I will eradicate his pack along with his name.

I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair. “Richard, don’t,” she said softly, her voice quivering. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let go. Her name left my lips one last time, half plea, half prayer. “Sandra…” And as I pulled her close, her cries filled the room, echoing off the marble walls until they became something else entirely. Not love. Not hate. Something darker, an ending written long before either of us could change it. In my mind, I’d already accepted it. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then so be it.

“It would be a pity for you to try that temper of yours on me… “Take it down a notch. I have so much for you to see…. Beginning with what I will make you do after I get the codes…” He laughs as if enjoying my misery. “I am going to enjoy this.” “OVER MY DEAD BODY. I WILL NOT LET YOU HAVE THE CODES… NEVER.” “Oooh, you will. You have a heart and that has always been your weakness… If I don't break you down using the two up there.” He raises the remote for me to see. “I will break you down with her.” “You broke me already. And I do not have a heart anymore. You will not break me twice…... You gave me a thousand reasons to kill you before and I could not because I thought you honored family and

“I know. You don’t have to trust me today.” She stared at me, like she’d expected me to argue. That was when I understood that money wasn’t the only thing broken in this house. Mira had heard Elena’s promises before, and every one of them ended the same way. A few sweet words, and then nothing. I couldn’t blame her. For a while, neither of us spoke. Then she dragged a chair over to the desk and sat down. “I’m not doing this for you,” she said. “Father can’t take any more.”

She didn't bother kicking him out of revulsion for how dirty she thought he was. Henry huddled on the ground. The fear in his chest had reached its peak. Knowing he wouldn't live much longer due to his terminal illness, he had targeted Elijah. He accepted a hefty payout from Matthew as he thought it would secure his family's future after his death. The sensation of being repeatedly hurled toward death but never quite reaching it was unbearable. His body felt like it was being suspended mid-air and sent hurtling to the ground. His soul was on the brink of tearing apart.

"He was ready to throw our entire family legacy away for a broke girl with a sick mother. He hired mercenaries to guard a hospital room. He was losing his mind." "He is in the hospital right now bleeding because of you!" she screamed, the polished socialite facade cracking wide open. "He is drinking himself into an early grave! He told me he has nothing left." "He will recover," the man waved a dismissive hand, refusing to accept the blame. "Pain builds character. The scouts want a killer on the ice, not a lovesick puppy." "You broke him," she accused, pointing a trembling finger at his chest. "You went too far this time."

“She’s terminally ill. And I’m the only one who knows.” My steps falter. “If you want her alive, you’d better get out of my way.” The words slam into my chest. Terminally ill. I stumble back and drop to my knees, clutching my chest like an idiot. Oh, perfect. This is going great. Danny raises a brow. “You alright there, hero?” Damn it. Danny is not supposed to see this. He’s the last person I want watching my weakness like it’s a free show. “I’m fine,” I snap, pushing myself up.