Novel & Cerita The Tragedy Of Villainess

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

“He was kidnapped when he was five years old for two months. According to the doctor, he was subjected to drugs and tortured. When he was rescued, he lost his ability to think. No one could go close to him without him breaking out. Even sometimes, I couldn't.” As I finished, I noticed she was looking down. And crying? God, women and their softness. I shook my head. “Why that look? So now I'm weird for crying?” she asked, cleaning up her teary face. She walked into what I assumed to be a kitchen and came out drinking a glass of water. She calmed herself then looked at me. “So where is he?” “He's not here,” I said. She looked at me confused. “Then how do you want him to get treated?"she scoffe

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.

She was eighteen when she mustard up the courage to finally express her feelings but a secret kept by Jacob Swift and sense of obligation towards him, flipped her life upside down. Forced to marry a man to pay off Jacob’s debt, she married a man with a hope that she might have a family of her own but she was tortured and abused everyday in that relationship despite her trying to be a perfect wife. Five years in the relationship and the man threw her aside, using her talents to build an empire for himself. At Twenty three, Alessia killed the woman she once was to defy her destiny and emerged as a villainess who cared about nothing but Vengeance.

"What happened?" Elena hesitated. "Daniel." Amara went still. "What did he do to her?" "Nothing." "Then what happened?" Elena looked toward the hallway again. "He made her believe people could still be trusted." Amara swallowed. "And then?" "He died." That was all Elena said. But somehow, it was enough. --- That evening, Alessia found Amara on the balcony. The rain had stopped. The city lights stretched beneath them. "You shouldn't be out here alone."

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

Bringing me to where I am now. Fuck- What power would the 'Villainess' claim have in front of the 'Saintess's? None! They would probably torture me a little more and make my death an even painful and bigger event, by claiming that I was trying to accuse the 3rd Imperial Prince's wife, of such a hideous crime. Dalilah made me kill our parents and our younger brother. H-how could I've done something like that? How could I do that to Val? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why hadn't I regained my consciousness back then? Why wasn't I strong enough to fight back? To resist her manipulations?

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

“If I’m stuck in this world, I’m not living it like some spineless doormat.” The mice blinked at her, bewildered. Sandy—no, Erella—smirked, determination glinting in her eyes. “This story’s going to change. If fate thinks I’ll play the sweet little servant who waits around for magic, it’s got another thing coming.” She looked up, voice firm and resolute. “DARN IT!!! I’d rather be the villainess than this doormat of a heroine!” she cried out in frustration.