The Terminally Ill Villain Supports My Broken Engagement Novels & Stories

To end the war between the Marinos and the Valentes, I married Theodore Valente, the first love I'd once walked out on. On our wedding night, that proud, untouchable man held me and wept. Night after night, his broad frame covered mine as he made love to me. Theodore's sweet whispers made me blush, and a secret thrill went through me. Maybe he still loved me after all. But then the man I thought loved me did the unthinkable. He shot my father in the head, right in front of me. He put cement shoes on my brother and sent him to the bottom of the sea. He had my mother and sister shaved bald, then handed them over to his bodyguards to abuse however they pleased. By the time I escaped to save t

“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.”

To prove himself worthy of marrying me, Nico Ricci volunteered to take over the most profitable drug trafficking route out of Mexico. Before he left, he slipped a ring on my finger. "When I get back, we'll get married." I waited three years for him. The next time I saw him, he was holding hands with a timid woman as he asked me to end our engagement. "Leah took a bullet for me. I owe her my life. I promised her I'd marry her if we made it back to New York alive." My father, Lorenzo Moretti, handed me a pistol, his face dark with anger. "Camila, he's your man. You deal with him." I took the gun and stepped forward. With one swift motion, I racked the slide. Click. Everyone in the Moretti fami

“The city... the world... it’s going to fall apart. Sooner than you think. And when the sky turns dark and the machines stop... you’re going to have me to thank for it. It's already started... the virus... the code...” His head lolled to the side but his eyes stayed open, staring at nothing, fixed in a permanent, mocking grin. “He’s dead.” the officer confirmed, checking for a pulse. Allison crossed her arms, looking down at the body. “He was probably bluffing, Jacob. Villains love to do that 'ominous prophecy' thing right before they kick the bucket. It makes them feel important.” I stood up, looking at the empty warehouse where Victoria and Gerald had stood. “Maybe.” I said heavily. “But V

“Cut the theatrics, Victor.” He laughed. “You made it further than I thought. I admit, I underestimated the fire in you. But it’s not too late to change the ending.” “I’m here to make sure this is the ending.” He stepped closer, hands still open, still unarmed. “You’re not going to shoot me. Because you want answers. Because somewhere, deep down, you know that I’m not the real villain.” She didn’t flinch. “You tried to kill Killian.” “And he tried to destroy me first,” Victor snapped, his mask slipping. “I built the Graves empire from the shadows. I made him. And the moment he felt strong enough, he turned on me. He took everything.”

"However, I didn't even realize it was her when we crossed paths again. And I was completely clueless about her being engaged to Martin. But once I saw her, I couldn't resist. She captured my heart, and I couldn't turn away. Everyone was aware that her engagement was forced upon her. It was a loveless situation. So, I ended up being the villain. I took her away from Martin, and they had to call off the engagement." Many journalists asked their questions, but he didn't hear any of them. Gray just stared at the camera, almost like he knew Victoria was watching. "I'll love you no matter what. I'll even be the villain if it means you'll stay. So please, don't leave. Stay with me, Vic."

"That's not true! Liliana, you've misunderstood. I have nothing to do with that woman. I've liked Eleanor all along. This is all a misunderstanding!" How ridiculous. When Mom remained unmoved, Kylo turned to me instead. "I was out of my mind earlier. Please don't be angry. Why don't we pick a date and make this official?" I punched him square in his hypocritical face. Kylo didn't even get angry. Instead, he turned the other cheek toward me with a placating smile, offering to let me hit him again for symmetry. That was until he heard the audio playing from my smartwatch. "Forget about some cake. Believe it or not, I could make today your mother's death anniversary instead."

“My favorite color. Just like your eyes when you have nothing but fear in them.” My hands fisted on either side of me. “You are a sick bastard.” His voice turned cold. “You are the weakest in my ward, and I don’t condone weaknesses.” He threw the stilettos to the bed. Some of them fell to the ground but I held his gaze. Not for once looking away from him. “Get better or be dead, because I can assure you, your death is already on my to-do list. Don't push it to the top three by making War

He warned that if Chloe wasn't treated with proper respect, the alliance would collapse. Damian found himself in a crisis like nothing he had ever faced. Tormented by the utter despair of forsaking his pup, he also struggled under the unyielding political pressure from the Bloodfang pack. He stood alone at the castle's highest point, the night wind lashing at him yet powerless against the storm raging in his chest. He gazed toward where I was, the scattered lights in my home flickering softly. Damian realized, with cold certainty, that he might never win me back. And in the dark corners of his mind, a reckless thought began to take shape.

I yelled, "Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?!" "Maddie, how can you treat Lucas that way? He's your older brother!" Cynthia suddenly appeared at the doorway. The sight of her fake, pitiful face annoyed me. I could not understand how someone like her became the female lead. I got out of bed and slapped Cynthia hard across the face. "You're just an outsider. What gives you the right to speak here?" Terry, the pesticide seller, stood frozen in shock before breaking into applause. "That was amazing." I let out a laugh and left directly, too tired to be bothered with them anymore. All I wanted was to end my life.